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On a frozen shoreline.
A hunched old woman in a black robe, holding a cane, slowly walked across the ice.
She had intended to step into the frozen sea, but suddenly sensed something. She swiftly turned around and looked up at the sky.
As she gazed at the torn canopy of heaven, a strange smile gradually appeared on her wrinkled face.
"Heh heh heh..."
A low, hoarse laugh came from her mouth.
"Just as the prophecy foretold, the world barrier has been breached, revealing a glimpse of the chaos to come..."
"If those little ones can hold on, the entire world will usher in Rebirth."
"If they cannot hold on..."
At this point, she revealed another meaningful smile.
Just then, the old crone seemed to sense something.
Her clouded gaze locked onto the breach in the sky.
In her vision, several obscure auras seemed to emerge from the opening.
"Heh heh heh... Those fallen fellows moved quite quickly..."
"But... they are also a few pitiful creatures... They think they can escape the control of those women."
"But in truth, they are merely chess pieces deliberately released by them..."
"True Gods... sigh..."
The old crone shook her head and said no more.
Dark energy gradually flowed from her body as she headed toward the completely frozen sea.
Meanwhile.
Four or five strange auras swiftly slipped through the breach in the sky.
These auras shot toward every corner of the continent, as though searching for something.
Roughly five thousand kilometers from Velen Kingdom, there was an unknown little village with only a dozen or so households.
The entire village lay quietly asleep beneath the night.
Only a crude wooden hut still glowed with faint light.
Animal hides, bows, and sharpened arrows were piled inside.
It looked like a hunter's home.