How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 303: Return



It was deep into the night, the air crisp and biting as cold winds swept through the land.

Above, the stars dotted the vast expanse of the sky, their faint glow casting a serene, ethereal light over the world below.

A woman stood alone on a grand balcony, her silver hair shimmering under the starlight like strands of moonlit silk.

The chill in the air didn't faze her; instead, it invigorated her.

As an ice mage, she found solace in the cold, often seeking moments like this to deepen her connection to its essence, especially during the seasons when winter was absent.

The winds caressed her skin, their icy touch a familiar comfort.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she breathed deeply, the frosty air filling her lungs.

Then, with a soft, measured sigh, she reopened them, her amethyst-colored eyes glimmering faintly under the night sky's glow.

She turned away from the balcony, her graceful movements a blend of elegance and quiet power.

The glass doors leading back into her opulent room slid open slightly, and a shadowy figure emerged, its form wreathed in flickering tendrils of dark mana.

Bowing deeply, the figure's presence seemed to heighten the coldness of the air around them.

"So, what news?" she asked, her voice calm yet laced with a quiet authority that demanded nothing but the truth.

The shadow shifted, shimmering with an otherworldly energy as the darkness dissipated, revealing the figure beneath.

A young woman in a maid's uniform stood there, her head bowed in deference. Lumia, the loyal maid, exuded grace and poise, yet her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

"...It's-"

"The same as usual?" The woman interrupted, her tone sharper now, carrying a subtle edge that froze the air between them.

"Y-yes..." Lumia stammered, her unease growing as she glanced at the faint frost spreading from beneath her master's feet, creeping across the ornate marble floor of the balcony. Princess Sophiel brushed a stray strand of her silver hair behind her ear, her delicate fingers grazing the smooth skin as she leaned slightly against the marble edge of her balcony.

Her right hand rested on her chin, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon as her mind worked through the troubling situation at hand.

Days had passed since Riley Hell had entered the Trials of Light, a path known for its grueling challenges and unpredictable dangers.

While Sophiel was no stranger to the trials' reputation, this extended silence gnawed at her. The trials were perilous, yes, but rarely did they extend beyond a few days.

If one more day passed, Riley would have been within the trials for over a week- a fact that sent a ripple of unease through her otherwise composed demeanor.

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