The gaze passed through the dense forest, serene and silent as the calm, roots spreading, moss covering the rocks. In the distance, golden sunlight filtered through the canopy, gray-white sharp rocks towering, lifting one's gaze through the green branches, revealing the lone Chongshan suspended above the treetops, covered in Snow.
Princess Rupert had long been awake, dressed in full armor, draped in Silver Ash chainmail, wearing a pair of Iron Gauntlets, holding a Longsword, silently observing everything here. She wore a snow-white War Robe, stained with some fresh blood, with the Magic Guided Reactor glowing with Silverlight behind her, showing a claw mark on the shell.
Her hair was casually tied in a bundle, swept behind her, making her look more like an elder sister from next door rather than a Princess. Only, on her sun-kissed skin, a slender flame rested on her forehead—the Holy Pattern of Androma, symbolizing her nobility.
