Chapter 32: Tears Falling, Emotions Fading

Northern Land has shorter days during winter, and longer ones in summer.

The next day, Valia, who was fully prepared, began her hunt for the King of Alien Claws.

In this rare clear weather.

The Frost Witch, with a spear on her back and basking in the brilliant sunlight, leapt into Cold Wave Lake.

Her tall, beautiful body moved fluidly, her snow-white skin shimmered under the sunlight, and her crystal-clear white hair was dazzling too.

This reminded Shasta of the mermaid legends she had heard about, those extremely beautiful creatures residing on certain islands of the Nether Sea, only the bravest sailors had the chance to spot them, and were deeply enchanted, as if their souls had been hooked away.

Valia resembled such extraordinarily beautiful creatures—just in a much larger form.