Some time ago, this snowfield experienced an extremely horrific war.

Too many barbarians died at that time, resulting in the blood-red color of this icy sea not completely fading to this day.

He was curious as to who had brought Jess's rage here.

After much thought, he could only come up with one answer.

“Victor…”

The second prince murmured the name softly, then turned his gaze forward.

On the sea, there is a vast ruin covered in snow.

The sudden appearance of ruins on a flat sea surface was something he couldn't quite understand.

Could there have been some other buildings here before?

Dick slowly explained:

"According to the scouts at the time, they did see a complete white temple here. At first, they thought it was built by the barbarians."

"However, that temple has already been destroyed by Count Victor."

The second prince looked at the ruins and was somewhat surprised.

Is it Victor again?

But what exactly is this thing?

Suddenly, like a raging beast, it stopped roaring.

The surrounding wind and snow gradually subsided, as if we were isolated in a separate space.

The sky above was gradually covered by dark clouds, becoming extremely gloomy.

But this unusual weather seemed rather strange.

It was a cloudy day, but...

Where's the wind? Why is there no wind?

The second prince seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

A pair of eyes, as if piercing through the clouds of shadow.

Towards him.

Or rather...

Towards the ruins of that temple.

We kept a close eye on it.