Frostfire Legacy

"..."

As she approached the exit, the feeling that someone was waiting for her intensified. She couldn\'t determine who it was, but her instincts screamed for caution, indicating that this person couldn\'t be weak.

In just a few minutes, Faeloria arrived at the exit.

Looking back, the maze was vast—over 500 kilometers on each side. The entire path could have spanned thousands of kilometers, which would have taken her days to conquer if she had decided to brute-force her way through!

"Now..." Faeloria sighed, shifting her focus.

Uncertain if she could survive the next encounter, she wasted no time and changed out of her casual attire. She tapped the silver, unassuming bracelet on her right wrist, causing it to release a bright flash of light for a moment.

When the light faded, Faeloria\'s appearance had changed dramatically.

Instead of her casual clothes, she now wore her battle gear. Her entire body was covered in a skin-toned, tight, rubber-like suit that followed her every curve. A breastplate shone in gold, complemented by a pair of silver gauntlets extending from her elbows to her fingers.

Her lower body was covered by a thin, light-green skirt made from material that didn\'t resemble ordinary fabric. Furthermore, she wore knee-high boots, a mix of white and green, with hints of gold. Her head was adorned with a faint, crown-like circlet made of what looked like thorny vines.

On her back hung a bow that appeared simple and wooden, but the amount of mana emanating from it was extraordinary. She didn\'t have a quiver with her, yet she didn\'t seem troubled at all—as if she didn\'t need one in the first place.

"Hmmm, it feels a bit tighter around my chest..." Faeloria complained slightly, furrowing her brows. "Did I get plump or something? No, there\'s no way that\'s true..." She wondered, quickly dismissing the idea, as if the very thought frightened her. "Anyway, it\'s no time for jokes." Find your next read on empire

Despite not having worn her battle gear—each piece at least of Legendary level—in a while, her body still remembered how to use them. She quickly grabbed the bow from her back and pulled the string as a test, nodding in satisfaction.

Her preparation was complete, so it was finally time to face her enemy.

The exit appeared as a square path, each side measuring three meters wide. Faeloria passed through it, staying in the middle while ensuring there were no traps along her path.

About 50 meters ahead, she left the passage and arrived at a wide, chaotic space.

She looked left and right, but she couldn\'t find any land that was intact. Instead, smaller fragments floated, moving around randomly like meteors.

"Is this... outer space?" she wondered, narrowing her eyes. "No, this place is still within the pocket dimension that Lorelai created! And..."

Without warning, she drew her bow. Like magic, an elemental arrow appeared, nocked into the bowstring. She pulled the string back as far as she could before releasing it.

*WHOOOSH!*

The arrow glided through the air, growing larger as the mana around it was pulled in, like fuel adding to a fire. The large arrow sped toward one of the largest floating rock fragments, causing it to explode upon impact.

"Woah!"

"Ahahah!"

"..."

From behind the rock, four figures leaped, moving to different floating rocks. Faeloria frowned as she scanned their faces. One of them was a female of the Aracelli race, someone she needed to be cautious of—Chronalisa!

Although she was low-leveled, just below level 100, Chronalisa was more of a support character than a fighter. The real threat lay with the other three—all exuding strength that matched Faeloria\'s own.

"What a rude greeting, you bitch!"

The first one was a serious-looking young man with brown hair and a foul mouth. His eyes had square-shaped pupils, and his head was adorned with downward curling horns—a characteristic of the Satyr race. The sheep-like lower half of his body indicated that his human blood percentage was below 5%.

"I told you she\'d fire! Hahaha! I won the bet!"

The other figure was roughly the same age as the Satyr, with yellow hair like the sun and tanned skin. She was a half-elemental woman with a cheerful demeanor—but a vicious heart. "With this, I can claim your pinky as promised!" she chuckled.

"That\'s not how a pinky promise goes!" The Satyr growled, nitpicking her words. "Sel! Stop this maniac before I kill her!"

The two continued their banter, calling for the third person. Faeloria turned, following their gazes, and her breath caught in her throat.

"N-No... way..." she gasped, her eyes shaking from shock and disbelief.

The third individual had features reminiscent of an elf, with long ears. However, everything else was different. Instead of golden hair blessed by the sun, hers was a deep silver, akin to the shade of the moon. Her skin was a shadowy gray, as if touched by the darkness of the night. Her piercing golden eyes stared coldly back at Faeloria.

"You are..." she mumbled, struggling to say the name. "Selene Duskwraith!"

The woman whose name had just been called showed no change in expression, remaining cold and indifferent as she spoke.

"Yes, it is I," she announced. "It\'s been a while, right? My sister?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"...!"

Faeloria wished what she saw was merely an illusion. However, her high resistance to mental attacks made that impossible—unless the caster was twice her level. The person before her was, without a doubt, her long-lost half-sister!

"No way, how?!" But she still refused to accept what her eyes were showing her. "You... you should\'ve...!"

Just as she began to speak, a spray of some liquid shot toward her, forcing her to leap out of the way and land on a nearby floating rock.

"Tsk! Don\'t dodge, bitch!" the Satyr cursed. "Do you have any idea how expensive this alcohol spirit is?! And you made me waste half a gourd!"

"..."

Faeloria glanced back at her previous position, noticing the glittering droplets of powerful alcohol drifting in the air. But that wasn\'t all. Along with it came a complex curse that would render her unable to act for a brief moment!

"I don\'t care what you\'re thinking so hard about," the dark elf woman said, still looking down at Faeloria. "But my task is to dispose of you, so no hard feelings."

A fight between sisters was brewing!