The morning sun bathed the land, causing temporary blindness as it reflected off the snow.
The morning began with a lot of movement.
Wolfram rose at 4 AM, training so hard his skin now resembled a glazed doughnut.
As usual, the system woke him up with seductive talks of golden missions, wishing him to fall into whatever scheme it cooked.
'System, I've told you to just forget it.'
Right now, it's impossible for him to focus on any mission… at least not until not until the dark clouds surrounding this place vanishes.
What if he's out on a Mission the system grants and the Evil Lich arrives?
He didn't know why, but he felt uneasy when thinking of this powerful Lich that countless ancients worked hard to seal.
What he feared the most, was the Lich sensing the Holy Stone and stealing it plainly.
Aside from Rin and Ingard, he was the most powerful person in the Settlement.
Just because Ingard has arrived, doesn't mean he will put all faith in them to join the battle.
