Escaping from the ice wyverns was not what Adam had imagined the aftermath of defeating Vaarh would be like, but reality didn't care about his opinion.
The truth was that if it weren't for the unknown man who appeared out of nowhere, he and Alexia would already be dead. They simply didn't have the strength to resist.
But, at the end of his sudden escape, nothing but silence and peace awaited him.
Adam blinked several times, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.
Here, in the Primal Lands, not far from Frost Ridge, where a great battle and real carnage had just taken place, was a peaceful valley with a lake flowing into a waterfall and a cozy house on the shore.
Adam shook his head, brushing the snow off his shoulders, and got up from the ground.
The man in white winter clothes took off his fluffy hood, revealing his silver hair with sharp ends and piercing green eyes. He slowly turned to Adam, still holding Alexia on his back.
