In the forest of cedars, which is slightly shorter compared to the south yet exudes a resilient character, the air gently rippled before a pitch-black cavity silently opened.
A man and a woman stepped out.
"Heh, the North is truly different from the South. Even spring seems to arrive noticeably later here."
Feeling the lingering chill in the air, the tall Aiven, dressed in a proper hunting outfit with long boots and a brown cloak, lightly waved the exquisite gemstone staff in his hand.
Whoosh—!
A ring of spiritual wind rose at his command, dispelling the biting cold around them.
Standing beside Aiven was Angie, who looked more like a young lady with each passing year.
Wearing a pink and white dress, with smoke-like lantern sleeves adorned with a row of small pink bows from cuffs to elbows, and a white fringed tassel cloak, she appeared sweet and cute.
Feeling the special treatment Aiven provided, Angie turned her head with a sweet smile:
