The wind in the snowy land rustled, as humanoid lizards like phantoms crossed through the forest, brandishing their sharp claws, and attacked the blood-stained figure standing in the forest clearing.
Behind these white humanoid lizards, an elderly man in white robes, wrapped in red radiance, rushed forward like a streak of light, blending among the humanoid lizards.
The dagger in his hand glowed with a cold red light, carried with it a maddening chaos, as if it was trying to snatch away lives, stabbing forward.
The silent wind kicked up the snow in the mountains and forests, sprinkling down dense snowflakes.
The snow beneath the sky seemed to grow even more intense at this moment.
The white humanoid lizards were already close to the figure at the center of the snowy plain. The girl beside this figure had red eyes and had already lost control of her body.
In the loneliness of the white snow, the figure had no help at all.
