She did not linger. The pocket world was vast, and there were countless monsters to hunt. She stepped over the frozen remains of the orcs and marched deeper into the forest, her wand held loosely at her side.
The competition had begun, and she intended to dominate. Her expression remained cold, her steps sure. She would find Nero. She would earn enough points to secure her rank. And she would prove that she was worthy to stand beside him.
The forest swallowed her, its shadows deep, its dangers hidden. But Khione was not afraid. She was the Ice Queen, and nothing in this world could freeze her resolve. She was patiently awaiting the ambush of those two, this time she would thoroughly crush Elreth's pride, like that she would stop dreaming of the impossible.
°°°
