Sigfrid's Dire Situation
Ping!
[SYSTEM REBOOTING…]
Ping!
[PLEASE DO NOT CLOSE THE WINDOW FOR A SMOOTH UPDATING PROCESS…]
Harris slapped Sena's back upon hearing the little girl's sigh for the nth time already. "Hey, brat! What is your problem? Do you hate the cold that much?"
Sena had no energy to bicker with Harris. Every time she saw the overly familiar notification bar of the system, she could not help but sigh with lamentation. She did not know if she could stand another day with the demands of the 'great' Harris and his mice.
The sound of snow falling from the frozen trees mixed with the duo's footsteps embedding into the bulk of snow pierced through the silence. In the forest right below the mountain ranges of Mt. Baal, the duo continued their journey away from the Silver Tower.
"Where are we going anyway, Senior Harris?"
"Somewhere away from those warlocks."
"You do know that portal scrolls exist, right?"