「The next day.」
Upon entering the First Circulation Zone during the day, the mist had dissipated considerably, but visibility remained low.
'Weather Intuition' told Byron that conditions would not return to normal until that evening.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sword blades clashed, sparks flying.
In the hazy mist, two agile figures leaped and soared like dragons around the tall yardarms and rigging of the *Golden Deer*.
Cold flashes of sword light flickered between them, each movement hinting at deadly intent yet filled with an elegant, fatal beauty.
One of them was naturally Byron, 'Frost' in his hand. Although he had not chanted its cutting inscription, it was still a sword sharp enough to slice a falling hair.
The other was not his peer in rank, Guardian Knight 'Iron Wall' Bruh.
Instead, it was Catherine, the 'Flower of the North' of Grenville Earldom.
