On the fourth morning, Sonia's eyes glimmered with determination. The biting cold had inflicted severe frostbites upon her body, causing the skin on her arms to become black and all sense of touch. In order to ensure Leier's survival, Sonia had used her furry coat to shield the little girl from the freezing environment, leaving her body bare and open to the cold. It was a miracle that she managed to survive through those three nights without using Mana to heat up her body.
"L-Leier"- Sonia's hoarse and strained voice sounded, her dry lips struggling to part from one another – "We must go!" – Those words struggled to escape her throat, barely audible in the frigid air, urging her daughter to move.
