A few days later.
Boiling Sea, Raging Waves Dragon Domain, a certain isolated island far from the mainland.
The waves crash against the gray-black rocks and the soft sandy beach, creating a never-ending roar. The foaming white bubbles leave winding traces on the moist sand as they recede, only to be mercilessly wiped away by the next rushing wave.
Along this coastline, two figures are strolling against the salty sea breeze.
The man's face is as cold as an ice sculpture, his long silver hair billowing freely in the wind, and his skin is a chilling snow color from years devoid of sunlight. He wears exquisite jewelry made of Mithril and Star Diamonds on his earlobes and around his neck, reflecting a bright gleam.
The woman has a beautiful face, her honey-colored skin glowing with a healthy sheen, and her cheeks are adorned with a few playful freckles. Her copper-colored curls are bound by a slender, tough metal wire headband, swaying gently with her steps.
