Woo-woo-woo...
Although winter is gradually coming to an end, the Arctic Circle, immersed in Extreme Night, is still ruled by fierce winds and the terrible cold, no less than minus 30 degrees.
Here, the cold winter nights have lasted for nearly half a year.
However, at this moment, two silhouettes, one tall and one petite, with fingers interlocked, stroll leisurely under the night sky on the vast icy plain.
Even the knife-like cold wind detours automatically when approaching them.
Step... Step...
Aiven still wears his customary sharp military uniform, his gilded Command Saber hanging at the waist, almost relegated to an ornament due to his increasing strength, draped in the authoritative captain's cloak, exuding might with a touch of charm.
Beside him, Olivia wears a simple white long dress, with a matching wool-fringed cape over it. The nails on her delicate white hands are painted in shiny watermelon red, adding a touch of distinct brightness to the already charming girl.
