The Frost Oasis was not some unique place that had been waiting hundreds of years for Adam and Alexia to arrive.
It had been a place for trials for many years, perhaps hundreds of years, or maybe even several thousand.
Both wild monsters and the Phantoms and Elders came here.
As a result, only one outcome awaited them all - death.
So far, neither Adam nor Alexia knew why the azure tree absorbed the lives and blood of other creatures, and whether it was somehow connected to the Ancient Voice, the dragon head, or the pond.
But they had no choice but to try to destroy it, otherwise, in addition to failing their conditions, death awaited them.
Perhaps Adam and Alexia underestimated the magnitude of the threat they were about to face, which was evident from Alexia's shocked face.
"W-What?" She gulped, looking at the man in black tattered clothes who had easily stopped her icy sword just by clasping the blade between his palms.
