Upon the ancient Frost Throne sat an immaculate goddess, her eyelids lowered as though she had fallen into eternal sleep.
A crown with seventy-two crystal points rested on her head.
She wore a heavy, magnificent winter coat, with pure white fur around her neck.
Countless pale blue ice crystals covered her long legs.
Her flawless bare feet rested on a huge white wolf with thick fur.
The great wolf lay at the foot of the throne.
Its front paws were crossed, and its deep ice-blue eyes had already sensed someone approaching.
As its gaze turned toward them, every piece of ice and every current of energy in the dimension began to stir.
Caroline and the others at the front were beside themselves with excitement.
For countless years, faith in the Goddess of White Frost had spread throughout the universe.
But she had never revealed a miracle and had granted few direct Benedictions.
Her following and its faith had gradually withered.
For a long time, rumors that the Goddess had fallen for good had circulated within the church.
Over the ages, countless people had set out to find her, wherever she might be.
And now Caroline and the others had truly found the legendary Goddess. At last, they stood before the one in whom they had never stopped believing.
Every member of the Church of the Goddess of White Frost knelt, fervently chanting words of praise to her.
Rijia, who had led them here, was overjoyed. He also breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
He had lived up to his elder brother's expectations and completed his mission.
The battle songs pouring from the ship did not seem to provoke the white wolf.
As the ship advanced, the huge wolf made no move to attack.
When they came close enough, it opened