On the Aloria Empire’s front line, soldiers stood in formation, holding torches aloft, anxiously awaiting the horrors of the night.
A moment later, chaotic, uneven footsteps echoed from the darkness!
A soldier shouted, “They’re coming!”
The soldiers were visibly tense; their palms were sweaty; their eyes wide, never blinking.
Behind them, a knight in red armor shouted, “Soldiers! We are the Empire’s hounds! Behind us is our nation; beneath our feet, our homeland! No one retreats!”
“Even in death, we shall not let these monsters breach Golden City!”
“Fire arrows, ready!”
“Fire!”
In an instant, countless fire and oil arrows streaked across the sky, illuminating the night like day, revealing the monsters in the shadows!
Mountains of monsters emerged from the darkness; they were endless, their numbers impossible to comprehend!
They were like a Resident Evil horde; any formation or tactical defense was useless!
Faced with the relentless onslaught, the soldiers had no chance to fight back; they were overwhelmed!
The undead horde surged forward; in the crush, they couldn’t even swing their weapons!
Let alone counterattack!
The front lines collapsed instantly; the soldiers behind them lost all will to resist.
“No…”
“We can’t win!”
“We’ll all die here!”
“Don’t break formation!!”
Morale collapsed; some soldiers turned and fled; they couldn’t be stopped!
The knight’s leadership was useless in this situation.
Because he was also afraid.
Seeing everyone fleeing, the knight could only lead the retreat!
But the city gate was already closed!
“Open the gate!!”
“Hurry, open the city gate!”
Despite their desperate pounding, those inside refused to open!
“They’re right behind us! If we open the gate, everyone in the city will die!”
“If you don’t open the gate, we’re all finished!!”
“Hurry! Please! My wife is pregnant; let me in!”
As the soldiers piled up at the gate, a headless White Walker, mounted on horseback, emerged from the horde!
He wielded a greatsword and shield; his armor was that of a Holy Knight of the Church.
But he had no head.
The undead horde parted, creating a path!
The headless Holy Knight charged forward!
He raised his blade; golden light flared from its edge!
It was Holy Slash!
The Headless Knight leaped; a single blow cleaved the heavy city gate!
The gate shattered; those outside surged forward; the monsters followed!
Chaos erupted; White Walkers and soldiers clashed within the city!
The city’s defenders still shouted, “No retreat! Fight!”
“Hold the gate!”
Their cries were drowned out by screams!
Louder still were the monsters’ chants!
“The world will be covered in frost; all will belong to the long night; only we are eternal!”
Corpses piled into mountains; the undead pushed them over; no one could resist.
The defending knight knelt in despair. “It’s over… the Empire’s strongest army… so easily destroyed…”
“God, save us…”
God did not answer; instead, an ice spear descended!
Swish!
The ice spear pierced the air, aimed at his head!
But at that moment, a ray of dawn pierced the darkness!
The approaching ice spear was caught and instantly shattered.
The despairing knight looked up; before him stood a Holy Knight clad in full plate armor.
Platinum armor, the Holy Church’s cross emblem, a red helmet, and a winged white steed!
It was!
“Sword Saint… Achilles?”
Before the knight could say more, Achilles charged forward!
The white steed’s long wings—the legendary winged steed!
Achilles drew the Sword Saint; blinding light shone; sunlight radiated from his blade; he struck the earth!
Holy Slash!
BOOM!
The immense light struck the ground; a massive fissure appeared; all monsters touched by the attack turned to ash!
...
In the distance, the mounted White Walkers exclaimed, “The Church’s Sword Saint?”
“Achilles!”
That level of power?
Frost King, observing from afar, felt the terrifying power; it was at least 5th Step.
But until now, there hadn’t been such powerful opponents; the disparity in power was immense.
Furthermore, it was clearly Holy Slash, yet the previous knights didn't achieve this effect.
Frost King addressed a White Walker, communicating telepathically.
“Go.”
“Uh… me?”
The White Walker pointed at himself. “King, that’s Achilles; he killed a celestial being!”
The White Walker’s blue eyes flashed; it was an order; the White Walker charged!
He formed an ice spear and threw it at the knight!
Crack!
The spear shattered before reaching Achilles.
This drew Achilles’ attention!
Achilles charged like lightning, severing the White Walker’s head!
But he didn't stop; he charged towards Frost King!
“You caused all this?”
Facing the charging Achilles, Frost King pulled on the reins, gesturing to his subordinates; they turned and fled.
Simultaneously, Achilles froze in mid-air!
Once he broke free from the stasis, Frost King and his White Walkers had vanished.
…
Although Frost King had been briefly repelled, the remaining undead horde remained a threat!
Especially since they carried the incurable muscle atrophy disease!
But in Golden City’s rear, in the capital Aloria, the nobles continued their lavish celebrations, oblivious to the impending doom.
A Duke hosted a feast, inviting numerous courtesans.
The nobles raised their goblets, displaying their debauchery.
The host of the feast watched from above, observing their shameful display.
At that moment, a white-haired woman in a blood-red dress entered.
She was incredibly beautiful; her black eyes held a seductive gleam; her crimson lips were captivating.
The Duke hosting the feast was captivated; he approached her.
“Beautiful lady, may I have this dance?”
...
It was a terrifying night. A predator entered a nobleman’s estate; within the opulent mansion, filled with extravagance and debauchery, the ugliness of the nobles was undeniable.
They remained oblivious to the predator’s arrival.
In the center of the ballroom, the incredibly beautiful woman danced with the Duke.
The clamor gradually subsided; in the ensuing silence, the woman’s eyes turned blood-red.
Her skin paled; sharp fangs emerged.
Someone shouted “Vampire,” but they couldn’t escape.
Blood.
Falling on roses; it was unclear whether it was blood or dew.
No one left the mansion alive; only blood-eyed monsters emerged—from nobles to courtesans.
That night, one predator spotted another.
A blonde woman with red eyes; she used various cosmetics to mask her pale skin.
But the stench of blood was inescapable; she held a velvet fan; silently, she appeared on the second-floor balcony.
Under the moonlight, she saw another predator.
A white-haired woman.
Their scents differed; the white-haired woman lacked red eyes; a faint lavender fragrance emanated from her.
Undeniably, perfume.
The blonde woman looked at her, a smirk playing on her lips. “My sense of smell tells me you’re human.”
Hearing the voice behind her, the white-haired woman slowly turned.
As she turned, her features twisted, transforming into a man.
A white-haired man with red eyes; his scent changed instantly.
The blonde woman folded her fan; her eyes showed confusion.
That was the scent of a Vampire… a high-level Vampire?
Not a Duke, not a Prince… True Ancestor level?
Impossible!
The blonde woman’s composure shattered; fear filled her expression; she was a True Ancestor!
She was the first Vampire, a magical creation of an alchemic experiment!
It was the most advanced alchemy known to history, striving for the Philosopher's Stone, striving for immortality.
A single alchemist, spending his entire fortune and forty years, created it.
A stone, but far inferior to the Philosopher's Stone.
This substance, when added to water, transformed the water into a viscous, blood-like liquid.
He called it Eternal Blood; the woman was the first to consume it.
She became the first Vampire; the second was the alchemist himself.
He knew his experiment wasn't perfect; the stone wasn't a Philosopher's Stone; it was deeply flawed.
The alchemist focused on a unique material.
Ancient God's Blood.
He journeyed to the endless northern wasteland to awaken the death god slumbering beneath the earth's fiery heart.
Fire Eater Nara.
A colossal serpent slumbering beneath the northern wasteland, constantly absorbing geothermal energy; he was known as the wasteland’s taboo, the death god.
The transformed alchemist sought a pact, offering any price for a drop of Nara’s blood.
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But Nara refused and killed him.
Only one primal Vampire remained: Philfon Alice.
And she possessed the incomplete Philosopher's Stone.
“I didn’t expect this world to have someone like me.”
008 spoke; his words startled Alice.
What did he mean, “this world”?
Was he not from this world?
This reminded Alice of the man she’d seen earlier—black hair and blue eyes.
He’d spoken a language she’d never heard; she was certain it wasn’t from this world!
Perhaps these monsters came from another world?
“Those undead… are they your kind?”
Hearing Alice's question, 008 understood who she meant.
Mei had told him Frost King was in this world.
“Indeed. We’re not acquainted, but we know of each other.”
“You’re not from this world?”
“Yes.”
“What are your intentions? What do you want?”
Faced with these interdimensional beings, Alice couldn't help but wonder about their goals!
Their very presence indicated that their world was extraordinary; their abilities confirmed it!
Their power and abilities were incredibly strong, surpassing this world’s magical system!
Alice detected no magical aura from 008!
This isn’t surprising; Vampires differ from humans only in their near-immortality and enhanced physical strength; their wounds heal almost instantly.
Otherwise, they are no different from ordinary beings.
Their blood manipulation isn't innate; it's magic!
008, however, didn’t know magic; his blood manipulation, like Frost King’s, was innate!
Thus, despite their similarities, they belonged to entirely different power systems!
“Could you demonstrate your ability? I want to see.”
Alice said. 008, without preparation or movement, spat blood, forming two massive blood hands!
Clearly not magic!
Alice’s breathing quickened. “I can feel it; this is true Vampirism. You’re far stronger than I am. Where did your power come from?”
“Or perhaps… how were you born?”
008 didn’t answer; he produced a dagger from his clothing.
A Mithril dagger!
He pressed it against Alice’s throat. “You ask about my power? I can only tell you that my power comes from an entity far greater than any god you know.”
Through absorbing countless memories, 008 had a clear understanding of this world's gods; they weren't that strong.
Their power was defined.
If a god can be defined, can it truly be called a god?
What's so divine about God of Death, Fire Eater Nara, other than being a slightly stronger fire-breathing serpent?
Is that worthy of being called a god?
Let alone Death?
It couldn't even compare to true Death.
In 008’s understanding, only Mei, with her undefinable form, was truly divine.
Her power was incomprehensible; it was undefined power.
You could never know just how strong she was!
Alice was stunned; she witnessed the impossible.
A Vampire wielding Mithril, unaffected?
Are you kidding me?
This was due to 008’s latest evolution.
The Philosopher's Stone ability allowed him to understand, analyze, and adapt to Mithril; he was no longer vulnerable to it!
And it wasn’t just Mithril; 008 could quickly develop antibodies against ultraviolet light; sunlight would be harmless.
This was the terrifying aspect of his new ability; the fastest way to analyze was through direct exposure!
For example, prolonged exposure to sunlight would exponentially accelerate his analysis!
Alice was subjugated.
He was right; 008 was a flawless Vampire, far stronger than she was!
“Please… make me… like you. I’ll pay any price.”
Alice knelt; one True Ancestor submitting to another—unprecedented.
As 008 intended, this would transform a Vampire into a Vampire who would work for him.
It was like someone preparing the wedding dress, waiting for him to come and pick her up.
008 lifted Alice’s chin; seeing her blood-red eyes, his own eyes flashed red.
A brilliant red light; Alice's true form was revealed!
Her appearance was monstrous: long, pointed ears, deathly pale skin, and inhuman features.
Vampires in this world were all like this; any beauty or splendor was merely a disguise.
Ugliness.
A red light pulsed in 008’s chest; he placed his hand on Alice’s head; the transformation began.
This wasn’t an ordinary transformation; it was an equivalent exchange, a reconstruction.
Alice’s body dissolved into blood; her muscles and bones were reduced to threads, then reconstituted!
This transformation took less than three minutes.
The extracted materials recombined, forming a human face; it was no longer hideous; it possessed true beauty.
Alice was reborn; this filled her with both joy and fear!
She felt immensely powerful; she could manipulate blood without magic; no training, no cultivation; she was at her peak from birth!
She felt her years of magical cultivation were a joke.
What she'd spent a lifetime achieving, others were born with.
This undeniably indicated 008’s power.
Creating such a perfect Vampire… calling him a god, or even beyond a god, was believable now.
“You said you’d do anything. Good.”
Alice bowed. “Yes, I’ll do anything.”
008 pointed; a man hung upside down from the ceiling.
He was the estate’s owner, a Duke; he had become a Vampire.
A hole had been bored in his head; blood steadily dripped into a cup below.
“Make sure all the nobles and the king drink this fine blood wine.”
Alice entered the room; the sight before her widened her eyes!
Not only one Duke, but nearly a hundred nobles, transformed into Vampires, hung upside down from the ceiling, bleeding from the head!
Countless cups were below, filled with viscous, blood-like liquid!
It was a horrifying and disgusting scene; even as a True Ancestor, Alice had never witnessed anything like this.
Thick blood flowed; the ceiling was lined with gruesome corpses!
If Hell existed, it was here!
“May I ask one last question? What is your purpose?”
“To rule?”
The True Ancestor appeared behind her. “Lady, I brought you invaluable knowledge from a distant world.”
“Don’t be curious.”
...
The external threat wasn't the real danger.
The Empire was crumbling from within; no matter how strong Frost King’s army was, if he couldn’t defeat Sword Saint Achilles, he couldn’t destroy the Aloria Empire.
But if internal corruption festered, even multiple Achilles couldn’t save it.
Achilles received the Church’s request to deal with Frost King.
Hearing about the scale of the situation, he had to intervene.
It was even larger and more terrifying than he'd imagined.
After eliminating the undead in Golden City, he pursued the source—Frost King.
They pursued him to the northern border, the wasteland beyond.
Due to the potential dangers of the wasteland, Achilles stopped there, containing the White Walkers.
Frost King appeared in this wasteland.
He didn’t know what lay beneath, but Achilles did: a slumbering Ancient God.
An entity far older than his ancestors.
Achilles wasn’t certain of victory; he didn’t need to fight.
Avoid conflict with Ancient Gods whenever possible; none were easy opponents.
“Let’s stop here. Establish a defensive line; prevent them from crossing the northern border.”
...
In the endless wasteland.
Frost King sat on his icy throne, lost in thought; he was considering how to deal with the Sword Saint.
First, his opponent’s strength clearly exceeded 4th Step.
But according to this world's logic, regardless of his offensive power, his physical defense wouldn't be exceptionally strong.
This logic wasn't wrong; Achilles’ physical strength wasn't strong.
He relied on his winged steed for speed; his own speed wasn't that impressive.
Frost King didn't believe his body was exceptionally strong; it was probably comparable to a 4th Step body.
Or perhaps slightly weaker.
However, there was a problem: Achilles possessed a magical defense.
His defense was high; Frost King couldn't break through it.
The wasteland was now covered in snow; it was different from when they first arrived.
Initially, animal and human remains were everywhere.
It was completely barren; not a desert, but almost devoid of vegetation; the soil was dry.
The only landmark for hundreds of miles was this large mountain.
Frost King casually kicked aside a skeleton; green flames flickered in its eye sockets!
“Ahem… friend, you seem troubled; need assistance?”
Frost King looked at the skull; the voice originated from the skeleton.
“What are you saying?”
He couldn’t understand.
“I’m your ally; I can help you defeat Achilles; he’s our common enemy. Interested in cooperating?”
Frost King remained impassive; the skeleton continued:
“I suspect this isn’t enticing enough. How about this: I’ll give you an ancient magical artifact as a token of our cooperation.”
Frost King remained unmoved.
“Still not interested?”
“You must have a trump card; otherwise, you wouldn’t dare to confront Achilles. But whatever your trump card is, you can’t beat him.”
“I know how to defeat him; after all, I’m his beloved uncle.”
“I raised him; I taught him his earliest magic; but he betrayed me! My ungrateful nephew revealed my research to the Church!”
“For this betrayal, I’ll make him suffer a lifetime of torment!”
Frost King remained unmoved, causing the speaker to hesitate.
Couldn’t he be persuaded?
Were the conditions insufficiently alluring? Or did he know he couldn't win and had no intention of fighting?
Then…
“I can offer another ancient magical artifact. If that’s still not enough, you should know that the greedy deserve a greedy grave.”
Frost King’s fingers tapped the icy throne, creating a small hole.
What was he saying?
He couldn’t understand a word.
He heard gibberish… as if speaking volumes.
Then, Frost King remembered something.
His blue eyes fell on a nearby White Walker; the White Walker instantly understood. “King, he wishes to cooperate with you.”
“Against Achilles.”
“He should have said so earlier.”
“Tell him I accept.”
...
In an underground city.
An old man in black robes raged. “That greedy bastard! If it weren’t for his survival against my nephew, he wouldn’t even qualify to negotiate!”
“But if I can kill my nephew, it’s worth it.”
“Achilles, my dear nephew, once I sever your head, I’ll use the necromancy you despise to consume your flesh!”
“Then I’ll forge you into my perfect hatred!”
“This was our agreement; you would assist my research without reservation; in return, I’d make you incredibly powerful!”
…
The next day.
Frost King, holding the skull, frowned. “Ask him where the artifacts are. If he says later, have him killed.”
The White Walker beside him was startled; he’d heard the skull’s message and was sweating profusely.
“He said… later.”
Frost King’s eyes were cold. “Why tell me something useless?”
The White Walker looked at the skull. “Our King said that if the artifacts aren’t delivered within three days, the cooperation ends; he’ll kill you.”
“He advises you to cooperate.”
What artifacts?
Hearing the White Walker, the skull became agitated.
But he gritted his teeth. “Fine. I’ll deliver them tonight. Tell… him… not… to rush.”
Once I transform Achilles into hatred, it’ll be your turn!
...
In the sky above the Yaren Empire’s city, a figure plummeted, crashing into the ground!
BOOM!
A massive crater appeared; 009 crawled out, surveying the medieval architecture. “Damn it! Why the medieval era?”
“Of course; I shouldn’t have expected anything better. Zero wouldn’t make things easy; he’d throw me somewhere desolate.”
“Now, I have to start an industrial revolution from scratch.”
But his top priority wasn’t that.
His biggest problem was the language barrier.
Like Frost King, he couldn’t do anything without understanding the language.
009 gritted his teeth, trying to rip his leg off.
But his Absolute Indestructibility prevented it; he couldn’t fission anymore.
This infuriated 009; however, he had a good habit—a five-minute anger limit.
For five minutes, he’d be consumed by rage, wanting to kill; after five minutes, he simply wanted to kill.
After a while, 009 sat up straight, considering how to communicate.
At that moment, a hand holding an unknown fruit appeared in his vision.
009 glanced up; a man in linen clothing stood beside him, carrying something resembling a guitar on his back.
He spoke; 009 frowned. “Go away.”
The man scratched his head and looked at a woman beside him.
“What did he say?”
“He told you to leave.”
“Huh?”
“Besides, what language is that? I’ve traveled far and wide, and I’ve never heard that language.”
“I don’t know either.”
“But you understood?”
“Experience shows that no elf doesn’t understand a language.”
“But you’re only a half-elf, Jena.”
“So? My ancestors were pure naturalists.”
As they spoke, a middle-aged man in armor approached; his attire resembled that of a Holy Knight.
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
The lute-carrying man shrugged. “I was being kind, but my dear Jena told me this man told me to leave. I can’t imagine anyone rejecting such a handsome face.”
“Maybe next time I’ll help a poor maiden.”
“Are all Moors this narcissistic?” the long-eared Jena said, exasperated.
The Holy Knight approached. “With all due respect, I have a prejudice against Moors.”
“My teacher told me Moors steal crops, elope with daughters, and steal sheep.”
The lute-carrying man’s mouth twitched. “Uncle, you’re ‘Palasin’; where are your principles?”
“I think you should learn the word; don’t use that whiny Moorish dialect. I'm a Paladin, not some Palasin,” the Holy Knight said.
“Fine, fine, Paladin, you are Paladin. But I’m the leader, right?” the lute-carrying man said, hands on hips.
The Holy Knight ignored him, turning to 009.
His attire was unfamiliar; his face didn’t look Imperial.
“Jena, could you ask this stranger where he’s from? Perhaps we can offer assistance.”
The lute-carrying man approached. “Seriously? Are we Paladins now?”
“We need to hurry to Golden City!”
The Holy Knight produced a book. “This is the rule: encounter injustice, act justly; encounter suffering, offer help…”
“Fine, fine, I’m not interested in hearing your Holy Scripture, Paladin. But I must remind you, time is short.”
“The undead are rampaging; we should save more people, shouldn’t we?”
...
The three discussed something near 009; eventually, the woman approached him.
“Mister… can you understand me?”
009 was surprised; he heard an unfamiliar language, yet understood perfectly.
“What language is this? How did I understand?”
The woman pointed to her ears and mouth; she was a half-elf, black hair, but with blue eyes.
“Elves are attuned to all things; Elvish is a primal language; it’s understood by all creatures and races.”
“And elven ears are blessed by the Wind Language; the wind conveys the emotions of all things, more precisely than pure language.”
This is exactly what I need!
009 stood up, grabbing Jena’s hand. “Teach me this language; I’ll pay anything! Hurry; I’m in a rush!”
“Hey, hey, don’t grab her hand!”
The lute-carrying man pulled Jena back, whispering, “What did he say? Why did he grab her hand?”
Jena was also confused. “He wants to learn Elvish, but… that’s impossible.”
“I’m sorry; this language is innate; it can’t be learned.”
009 cracked his neck. “Then I need you to translate.”
009 was about to take her, but the woman said, “I’m afraid that’s not possible; undead are rampaging in the north; we need to see if we can help.”
Undead?
They meant… not 016?
At this, 009 smiled. “Perfect; I’m going there too. Convenient, wouldn’t you say?”
Jena was about to respond when 009 continued:
“No worries; it’s convenient; wherever you go, I’m convenient.”
Uh…
Jena relayed this to the others.
They disagreed; one said they could take him, the other said no.
“How do you know if he’s good or bad? What if he’s dangerous?”
“You can’t judge someone based on a single statement.”
“Paladin, be rational! This man has white hair and speaks an unknown language; he’s clearly not ordinary. Can you say he’s good?”
“But you can’t say he’s bad either. My principles…”
“Please, stop with the principles! You’re a broken oath-taker; why cling to principles?”
“You’re wrong; I broke my oath because I had to choose between saving two people and saving my mother; I chose my mother.”
“That doesn’t mean I reject my principles.”
The lute-carrying man was confused. “Even your god abandoned you; why bother with principles?”
“Enough. I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Fine. Keep an eye on him; I’m not responsible if anything happens.”
“Let’s go.”
...
Meanwhile, in the wasteland, Frost King received his promised ancient magical artifact.
It was a bracelet, inlaid with alternating blue and green gems; some kind of light pulsed within.
Frost King sensed its power.
But he didn’t understand magic or this world’s knowledge, so he asked a White Walker to explain.
“What’s an ancient magical artifact?”
“An ancient magical artifact is an energy-rich magical product from the era of wild magic.”
“Modern magical artifacts are refined but less powerful than ancient ones.”
“The key is that these artifacts combine lost runes with magic.”
“They can’t be recreated; only about seventy known ancient magical artifacts remain on the continent.”
“Undoubtedly, many more are undiscovered; but even from this known number, you can see their rarity.”
Frost King turned the bracelet in his hand. “Aside from its supposed power, it’s just a collectible.”
“Rarity is useless; I want to see its effects.”
The White Walker’s mouth twitched; only Frost King would dare to call such an item useless.
Ancient magical artifacts are priceless.
But Frost King didn’t seem impressed by this artifact.
That’s true; they probably chose poorly; wouldn’t they keep the best artifacts for themselves?
“I’ve seen this bracelet in a book; it’s a Turquoise Amulet.”
“Its magic protects the wearer from illness.”
So what’s the point?
Unnecessary.
Frost King lost interest. “That Aloria… what artifacts does he have?”
The White Walker pondered. “People say four, but only three are known.”
“First, Achilles’ famous weapon, the Sword Saint, an adamantine sword; its metal is legendary, from Heaven.”
“A dwarf forged it in a volcanic forge; after forging, the sword could cut even mithril!”
“Then it was obtained by the first elf, who imbued it with magic and blessings, granting courage and strength.”
“Its next owner challenged the East Mountain Dragon and died.”
“The Sword Saint was taken to the dragon’s lair; Achilles retrieved it after slaying the dragon.”
“But it’s said Achilles has a smaller sword, though no one’s seen it.”
“Those who claimed to see it are dead, but it's hearsay; it may not exist; you needn't worry.”
“The other two are a locket and a necklace.”
“Those two artifacts belonged to the Church; they’re top-tier ancient magical artifacts.”
Frost King finally understood. “So, the one who wanted to cooperate gave me the worst artifact? Excellent.”
“Uh…”
“Go back; tell him to find something better.”
Frost King tossed the bracelet back.
This terrified the White Walker; he knew who Frost King was cooperating with.
Styx, leader of the Dark Council.
He possessed countless ancient magical artifacts; this bracelet was just one.
Knowing his identity, the White Walker feared offending him.
After all, this was someone on par with Achilles!
“King, your ally is powerful; please accept it; if you offend him…”
“So what if I offend him?”
Last night, Frost King received a message!
From Lord Aurora!
This excited Frost King immensely!
Because Lord Aurora hadn’t abandoned him; she said, “Just do it,” and sent someone to help him!
The support wasn’t important; it was Mei’s words that boosted Frost King’s confidence!
He declared,
“Do you know who’s behind me?”
