Amiciya Mountains.
Outside the valley.
At a high peak, stood a group of armored cavalry, about a hundred in number.
Among them, there was an elf woman dressed in a white gown, her skin and hair as cold and white as snow, both ethereal and stunningly beautiful.
She quietly observed the movements in the valley, her gaze mostly fixed on the red-eyed youth, yet she seemed to be wary of something, her sight not lingering for too long.
Once upon a time.
She merely saw someone capturing wild beasts and devouring them raw in the forest, and out of caution and curiosity, she took a longer look.
Then this madman started to relentlessly pursue her.
For a whole three days and nights!
During those three days, she was in a constant state of frantic escape!
Thinking of these detestable events, the Ice and Snow Elf's expression remained unchanged.
