The sea winds blowing in from the Endless Sea became exceedingly fierce every night, making the temperature difference between day and night rather drastic around World Tree Teldrassil and its surrounding regions.
In this icy nighttime weather, aside from the diligent Crusader soldiers still patrolling meticulously, everyone living in Eternal Night Palace had long since retreated to their warm rooms to enjoy the comfortable temperature maintained by magic.
Inside a tower room within the Divine Emperor's private quarters.
Special fruitwood charcoal crackled in the fireplace, giving off a natural fragrance.
The cold wind howled outside the window, producing mournful whistles.
The Demonic Blade Girl had a dream. In it, she relived the scene of her family being brutally killed. She cried out helplessly, but it did nothing. Then the scene abruptly changed, and she was wildly slashing at her enemies with her long blade. They screamed again and again before dying in agony.
The dream ended, and the girl suddenly woke up to find herself lying on a soft, comfortable bed.
The bed was far too comfortable. She had never experienced anything so soft before. Back home, she had only slept on a hard wooden bed. After her homeland was destroyed, she had slept out in the open, directly on cold ground or straw.
The girl shook her head and sat up, searching for her demonic blade. She soon spotted it resting on a sword stand atop a table not far away.
She wanted to get out of bed, but a violent wave of dizziness struck her, nearly making her collapse.
Her demonic power had been depleted. She needed rest and recovery now.
Leaning against the headboard, the girl began to stare blankly into space.
What was she supposed to do now? What should she do in the future? Memories