Snowy night.
Moon shining brightly!
A line of snowmobiles speeding across the snowfield.
Under the moonlight, these people wearing white coats, holding sharp blades, rushed toward the Gills Alliance.
The moonlight on the snow made the night exceptionally bright.
At the forefront of the snowmobiles stood a young woman.
The woman wore a red robe, with three feet of white silk hanging from her sleeves.
Behind her, there were both old and young.
All exuding a deadly aura.
Not far off, a snowmobile approached them.
As they were about to meet, the opposing snowmobile made a sharp turn, coming alongside the woman.
"Witch, we have received news, Gills Alliance has been razed to the ground, surrounded by countless people."
The man on the snowmobile wearing a white coat respectfully reported.
"Are the people in the Gills Alliance safe? Is Mrs. Leopold safe? Is Mr. Pruitt Wilde safe?"
Lucien Radcliffe stood on the snowmobile, asking coldly.
