[Aestrea's POV]
"This should be the place..." I muttered to myself as I reached the lower part of the Snow Peak mountain.
According to what Zeva told me, this was where I'd meet the frost Elves, my 'escorts' to their continent.
But as I glanced around, all I saw was snow.
Endless white, stretching across jagged rocks and frozen trees. Not a single figure in sight, and not even a trace of Elven mana in the air.
Dammit...
Was this some kind of test or whatever?
"Are you Aestrea Moon?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind me, making me instantly spin around and swing my hand horizontally.
THUMP!
"…What the—?"
To my surprise, my strike didn't land. Instead, it was caught mid-air, effortlessly. Fingers wrapped around my wrist like a steel trap, and standing in front of me was a young man with pale skin and pointed ears.
His silver hair shimmered slightly in the light, and his icy blue eyes stared into mine without the slightest hint of tension.
