Location: Russia — Siberia
The vast wilderness of Siberia stretched endlessly beneath a pale, cloud-covered sky. Snow blanketed the frozen plains, while fierce winds swept across the desolate landscape, carrying countless particles of frost through the air.
At the center of this frozen land stood Erza Vely Dragomir.
Her long White-silver hair swayed in the wind, and her violet eyes remained fixed upon the distant horizon. Although the freezing temperature meant nothing to her, an uncomfortable tightness had settled within her chest, growing worse with every passing moment.
The silence from the search parties had become unbearable. Every hour without news gave her imagination another opportunity to picture Yuuta injured, imprisoned, or calling for help somewhere she could not reach. She clenched her hands beneath the folds of her cloak.
No. He's alive. That foolish mortal wouldn't dare leave me and Elena behind.
But she had no proof, and that was what frightened her.
