The cold wind swept through the snow-covered streets of the Redania Empire's capital, carrying with it a biting chill that cut through even the thickest of cloaks. Surena, Emilia, and Alicia, the mythril-ranked Valkyries, trudged through the icy terrain, their breaths visible in the frigid air. The northern lands were known for their eternal winter, and the journey had been grueling, but their determination to find their master, Lyan, kept them going.
They had dealt with the bandits, a task that had taken longer than anticipated. The bandits had been more elusive and numerous than they had expected, leading them on a frustrating chase through the snowy wilderness.
"I can't believe those bastards didn't give us a single hint about Lady Wilhelmina," Surena grumbled, her annoyance clear in her voice as she adjusted her fur-lined cloak. "All that trouble, and we're still no closer to finding her."
