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Chapter 477:Randall On Search

Far away from the fortress, deep inside the frozen wilderness beyond Frostvele, a violent windstorm swept across the snow-covered mountains while thick clouds rolled across the gray sky.

Randall suddenly sneezed loudly.

“ACHOO!”

He quickly wiped his nose with the back of his glove while looking irritated.

“Damn… which dumbshit is cursing behind my back?” Randall muttered while shivering slightly as the freezing wind hit his face.

The storm around them was fierce. Snowflakes flew wildly through the air while sharp gusts of wind howled across the mountain paths.

Behind him, several soldiers wrapped in thick black cloaks stood quietly while enduring the storm.

One of them heard Randall’s complaint and spoke with a faint smile.

“Lord Randall… I think it might be the Lord who is remembering you.”

Randall paused for a moment when he heard that.

“Lord remembering me?”

“It’s possible…Father might be thinking about your usefulness,Grandpa.”Wales spoke who accompanied Randall here.

Randall rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Then after thinking about Ethan for a few seconds, he nodded seriously.

“Yeah… that must be it.”

“He must be worried about me.”

If only Randall knew that Ethan had completely forgotten about him, he might have started coughing blood from anger.

Randall shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside.

The wind roared loudly again while snow swept across the rocky mountain slope around them.

He turned around and looked at the group behind him.

“Soldiers, stop day dreaming and advance,” Randall said firmly while adjusting the sword hanging at his waist.

“Time to move forward.Wales,be careful.”

The soldiers immediately straightened their posture.

“Hell yeah,” one of them replied with a grin.

“I have my pets..”Wales smiled, letting the beasts cover him.

“Good..”

Following Randall’s command, the group began moving forward again.

All of them were members of the Black Thorns.

Every single one of them had reached the King level.

Their armor was hidden beneath heavy black cloaks designed to withstand the brutal cold of the mountain region. Their faces were partially covered while thick boots crushed the frozen snow beneath their feet.

Their mission was clear.

They had been sent to investigate the mysterious danger beyond Frostvele.

Several months ago Ethan had started feeling a strange sense of unease whenever he looked toward the distant mountains.

At first he thought it was simply the tension of the war.But Mareti and Rathlos had also noticed unusual signs.

Something was lurking behind Frostvele.It was hidden deep inside the frozen mountains.

Because of that Ethan had ordered Randall and a group of Black Thorns to investigate the region quietly.

Now they had been traveling through the mountains for several days.

The path ahead was rough and dangerous.

Jagged cliffs surrounded the narrow trail while deep valleys stretched beneath the mountain ridges. The ground was covered in thick layers of snow that sometimes hid cracks in the frozen earth.

Randall led the group carefully while scanning the surroundings.

“Stay alert,” he said calmly.

“These mountains are not friendly.”

One soldier nodded.

“The atmosphere feels strange here.”

Another soldier glanced toward the distant peaks.

“I don’t like this place.”

Randall did not reply immediately.

His eyes remained fixed on the distant mountains where thick clouds gathered above the highest peaks.

He could feel it as well.

Something was wrong.

The wind howled again while the group continued moving deeper into the frozen wilderness.

Their figures slowly disappeared into the swirling snow as they advanced toward the unknown danger hidden within the mountains beyond Frostvele.

…

Somewhere far away from Arcadia..

Inside a vast chamber carved from dark violet stone, a quiet and heavy atmosphere lingered in the air. Soft glowing crystals embedded in the walls illuminated the room with a dim purple light that reflected gently across polished marble floors.

At the center of the chamber stood a massive bed covered with layers of luxurious silk garments and soft velvet sheets. The fabric flowed across the bed like waves of liquid color, rich and elegant.

Upon that bed lay a woman.

Her long purple hair cascaded down across the pillows and sheets like a flowing river of silk, shimmering faintly under the crystal light. Strands of it spread loosely around her shoulders and across the bed while a few delicate locks rested against her smooth pale skin.

Her eyes were closed, yet even in rest her presence felt overwhelming.

Her eyelashes were long and delicate, casting soft shadows across her cheeks. When her eyes slowly opened, they revealed a pair of hazy violet eyes that carried a strange mixture of charm and danger. The color was deep and mesmerizing, almost like looking into a swirling nebula.

Her appearance was breathtaking.

Her facial features were sharp yet elegant, her lips slightly curved even when she remained silent. Her posture looked relaxed, almost lazy, but the aura surrounding her carried a subtle authority that filled the entire chamber.

She looked both seducing and charming, yet at the same time terrifyingly powerful.

Around the bed stood several female guards wearing dark armor decorated with faint runic patterns. Each of them stood perfectly still with disciplined posture.

One of them stepped forward slightly and bowed her head.

“Your Highness,” she said respectfully.

“We have found a live Draconic signature.”

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

For a brief moment, her expression remained calm.

Then a flash of surprise appeared in her gaze.

“Is it real?” she asked quietly.

Her voice was soft and smooth, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the guard replied immediately.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly.

“What if you have mistaken it?” she asked.

Her violet eyes suddenly glowed faintly with a dangerous light.

The pressure in the room instantly increased.

“There is no way we made a mistake,” the guard said firmly.

“We confirmed it multiple times.”

The woman remained silent for a moment.

Then she slowly nodded.Without saying another word she lifted her hand lazily and snapped her fingers.

Snap.

The next moment the air inside the chamber distorted violently.

A sudden blizzard of frost and mana burst outward beside the bed, swirling through the chamber like a miniature storm. Cold mist filled the air while icy particles drifted across the floor.

From within that swirling frost, a figure slowly formed.

Within seconds another woman appeared beside the bed.She looked exactly identical to the woman lying there.

The same purple hair.

The same hazy violet eyes.

The same calm and dangerous presence.

The servants standing nearby watched the scene in silent awe.

Even though they had seen it many times before, it was still difficult to fully comprehend.

A clone.

The figure standing beside the bed moved with the same posture and gestures as their mistress.

It was as if two identical rulers now existed in the same room.

The woman lying on the bed slowly turned her head and looked at the clone.

For a moment the two identical violet gazes met.

Then she spoke calmly.

“Go and find me that dragon.”

Her tone was no longer lazy.

It carried sharp ambition.

“And bring it heart to me.”

The clone nodded silently.

The original woman’s lips curved slightly into a faint smile.

“With it,” she continued slowly, “we can finally implement our research.”