With the demon gone, Evangeline sighed softly, her breath misting in the cold air as she held her sword. The blizzard howled against her armor, the icy winds biting at her ears and pushing loose strands of hair across her face. Still, she pressed forward through the snow without hesitation.
Each battle left her more dissatisfied, not with her performance, but with the number of medallions she had gathered.
For all her effort, it felt like she was trudging endlessly through this frozen world, her every step watched by the silent eyes of the storm itself.
Sliding down a steep slope, she found herself gazing upon the vast landscape below. Beyond the snow-covered ridge stretched a valley crawling with monsters and demon beasts scattered in every direction.
She sighed in frustration, not because she thought she couldn't defeat them, but because it would take far too long to cross that distance and hunt them all down.
