One week later.
The northern tribe of Grat was known for its ice mages and its cold temperatures. The tribe consisted of strong warriors, however, said warriors met their demises.
Countless villages in the North were destroyed and ambushed as black icicles emerged from different angles.
Not only buildings but also people were pierced by those icicles or frozen by the seemingly indestructible black ice. Among the frozen people were Arnold and Elya, the parents of Sylvia.
Unfortunately, Yarjak and some of his older siblings did not survive, including the refugees they guided from the South to the North.
"Yikes, she sure created a gruesome sight..." a girl remarked with a huff.
That girl had long azure blue hair that reached to her feet.
Wearing only a white shirt that was way too big for her, she strolled around despite the coldness.
"She may be the greatest creature I've ever created." the girl muttered with a smug grin.