As the frozen waves got higher and higher from the distance, the Guardians stationed by the harbor shook in terror. The coldness of the winter season doubled as if the entire nation was submerged beneath the icy water.
Even the witnesses were alarmed to see their sweat freeze and their skin dry from extremely low temperatures. As their teeth chatter from cold, they still tried to lift their trembling hands and clasped them together, praying for the gods or the Great Saintess to come and rescue them.
But during that time, the former were merely watching while the latter was missing. However, the citizens had no idea, thus, they continued to mutter prayers with their bluish lips and trembling bodies, believing their calls would be granted.
From the far side of the harbor, a white magic circle appeared, spewing a man clad in white with shoulder-length silver hair.
"What in the world…?!"
