The head of the Everen family — a woman with a cold expression, devoid of even the faintest warmth — descended into the snowy valley.
A battlefield now, painted in red, with corpses piled around her daughter… and the boy who had protected her.
She didn't hesitate.
Everyone fighting was instantly frozen.
Whether it was those trying to take her daughter — or Noel himself, who had been fending them off — none were spared.
Her arrival sent a ripple through the valley, drawing reactions from all sides.
Even the three major factions stirred.
The witches looked torn — calculating.
Would it be worth falling out with one of the world's top families?
What move would bring the most profit?
Those in black, their faces hidden behind masks, also paused, deliberating.
Should they act now, before things escalated beyond recovery?
Or wait?
And then — there was the Hollow Sun Cult.
Unlike the others, they didn't hesitate.
