Garios felt like she was floating in the sky.
It was the first time she had ever experienced such warmth and freedom.
Unlike the other first elves, Garios had lived in the cold from the beginning.
It was natural since most of the spirits around her held grudges.
That constantly tormented her, and in the end, she gave up on seeking warmth and decided to dominate this cold instead.
‘No... it's not the first time.’
She had felt this way when God first created her.
It was such an old memory she couldn't tell if that feeling was natural, but she was definitely warm back then.
‘...I'm sleepy.’
The warmth gradually coiled around her.
"Cough!"
"Wake up, bitch."
Despite the cold tone speaking to her, Garios opened her eyes.
The boy and squirrel she had fought earlier came into focus, and she realized she felt a tug on her soul when she loo...
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