[Having shaken off their pursuers, they must have reached the edge of the Cold Moon Forest, beyond which lay the Dead Oblivion Ice Sea, a region where no living being could tread.]
[It planned that once they reached there, they would disperse the troops of the New Moon Legion to search with all their might for the 'Mountain Nymph'...]
[You listen to the Cardinal Archbishop narrating this plan, which could hardly be called a plan, and deeply feel its weakness and helplessness.]
[In such a desperate predicament, if the 'Mountain Nymph' is not found, the New Moon Legion is doomed to be wiped out, succumbing either to starvation or discovery by the Fallen Beasts.]
[At this moment, you recall the surge of divine power you felt when the miracle manifested.]
[You say to the Cardinal Archbishop, bringing a divine oracle to save the New Moon Legion, that you would help them find the 'Mountain Nymph'.]
[Just now, you vaguely felt a mysterious guidance...]
