When I opened my eyes again, it was a cold night.

The endless daylight created by my father had disappeared, and the moon had risen again.

The blade-like cold remained unchanged, and the increasingly intense chill was palpable.
Though the snow did not fall, the cold grew fiercer.

Amid that discomforting sensation, a voice reached my ears.

“Vioe-gun!”

It was the Black Lion's cry.
My gaze turned toward it.

The Black Lion had already laid down the palace lord he had been supporting and was glaring at something, his characteristic demeanor intact.

Following his gaze, I saw Woo …