The train thundered as it arrived, sweeping across the pale earth.
The icy cold wind brought sharp snowflakes as they fell, and Selyu wrapped her clothes tightly, her gaze complex as she looked at the Demon Hunter beside her.
Lorenzo glanced at the time one last time; everything was still in time.
Breathing lightly, the Secret Blood was proliferating inside, healing those wounds.
Perhaps the recent brutality was too cruel; Selyu could still recall that terrifying scene to this day. She ignored Lorenzo, and Lorenzo didn't bother her either. In the cold wind, the two remained silent.
The gaze turned to the distance, where snow flew heavily, and the boundless white snow covered everything, like an ocean of white.
Now was the coldest time in the Northern Ingwig; the low-temperature wind rushed in, accumulated snowflakes covering the train's surface with frost crystals.
