~The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express~
-Francis Bacon
"General, the festival will begin soon, father sent some females of the surma tribe to prepare and escort you ." A voice called from outside Andronika's tent.
Andronika's eyes fluttered open as she recognized the voice to be Arne's.
' it's dusk already?' Andronika wondered.
Andronika had began cultivating since Annia exited her tent, she had realized that somehow, her cultivation speed was much more faster here, Andronika could feel herself so close to a breakthrough but something was still missing.
Andronika knew this was as a result of her ice core.
Andronika still possessed her normal core which she had cultivated from a tender age with the Majeir arts before she had gotten the ice core.
