As dawn broke, Leviathan descended slowly onto the far northern land.

The icy wind howled, and snowflakes filled the air, creating an endless sea of white.

Rosvisser, having arrived on the ground via a teleportation beam, squinted her eyes to shield them from the swirling snowflakes.

Raising her hand to shield her brow, she gazed into the distance. “I think we might have oversimplified things. This place hardly looks like somewhere you’d come hoping to get lucky.”

“There’s a saying in human society that’s perfect for situations like this. Oh, wait, it’s not a saying—it’s just four words.” Leon stepped …