The Himalayas was crowned as the Roof of the World. Its highest peak, Mount Everest, thrust into the clouds and was usually hidden from naked eyes. It was not a place where ordinary people could go.
Clouds were rolling at the peak of Mount Everest. A snowstorm was blowing, and the whistling wind brought forth a chill that went deep in one's bones. It was a harsh environment. However, a graceful figure could be seen standing there.
She was clad in a long black dress, which seemed to be made of silk. As the wind blew, it waved gently. Her black hair was waving as well, brushing against her cheeks and veiling her stunningly beautiful face.
Standing on the mountaintop, Nethery's eyes were emotionless as she glanced around. She was at the highest peak, and that made her look like some supreme being looking down on those lesser creatures. Beside her was a white stove. It glowed with its own heat, melting the snowflakes that touched it.
