I head for the northernmost edge.
The land, unmarred by even a single footprint, was pristine white.
Even counting from the dawn of time, few had ever set foot here. Was a world that had refused humanity’s intrusion truly this quiet?
Only the roar of the raging snowstorm pounded against my eardrums.
My battered body refused to obey me.
It was the aftermath of battle after battle. Alex and the other Northern traitors hardly mattered, but the opponent I had faced afterward was a formidable enemy against whom even humanity’s strongest would have had to fight with everything they possessed.
The Seven Deadly Sin, ‘Greed.’
And my younger sister.
At the end of my last blood relative’s life, with not even a corpse left behind, I threw a handful of tears onto the fire like kindling and forced myself to my feet.
There was not much time left.
The Northern cold was vicious.
The farther I walked through the glacial region, the more the cold burrowed into every joint and bone like shards of ice. My joints creaked and screamed like gears clogged with foreign matter.
Even so, I walked.
For what, exactly?
Just as even the snowstorm that had seemed eternal eventually came to an end, so too did the road I had staggered along without end.
Right now.
At last, the…