Far to the east of the Ice Sea lay the Nightmare Plain.
A unicorn raced across the land at incredible speed, like a streak of white lightning.
Unicorns were high-grade magical beasts possessed of powerful, mysterious strength. They had robust bodies, wind-like speed, an affinity for lightning, and blinding magic. They were among the finest land mounts.
A unicorn's horn was an exceedingly precious magical material. Unicorns generally lived within the Emerald Forest, under the protection of the elves. Poachers were harshly punished by the elves, so ordinary people simply did not dare venture there.
Yet this unicorn had actually appeared outside the Emerald Forest. Naturally, mercenaries and hunters along the way had eyed it greedily. However, anyone who harbored such intentions and acted on them was, without exception, instantly annihilated by the mysterious rider atop the unicorn.
After a renowned hunter who had only just reached the Pseudo-Saint level was reduced to ashes with a wave of this mysterious rider's hand, no one else dared approach. A unicorn was certainly a fine thing, but it could never compare to one's own life.
This mysterious rider wore a cloak and a mask that concealed his true face, but everyone knew that he had to be an elf—an exceptionally powerful elf with Saint-level strength.
After all, only elves could ride unicorns and achieve such perfect harmony with them, without any need for saddles, bridles, or other assistance.
In truth, they were all wrong. Even an elf might not have been able to ride this unicorn, for it was the most unruly of its kind. Its name was White Wind. And the one riding it was, of all things, a human—a human from the Demon Realm.
After crossing the Ice Sea aboard the Mandala and arriving at the Nightmare Plain, only half