Chapter 512
【 A DAY IN THE LIFE OF NIGHTINGALE 】
A cold, biting wind swept through the trees, shaking loose the last withered leaf. It spun in the air before drifting gently to the ground.
High above, silver-gray clouds blanketed the sky, while clusters of snowflakes swirled as they fell, resembling countless tufts of torn cotton scattering through the air.
Winter had arrived, bringing with it the first snowfall to grace the Elven Forest.
In front of the temple in the magnificent city of Kenorland, Nightingale reached out her hand and caught a snowflake in her palm.
A chill spread across her skin.
She lifted her gaze to the snow-filled sky before letting it drift down to the city below. Thanks to the cooperation between the players and the half-elves from the demirealm of Ouros, Kenorland had grown ever more vibrant.
“Another year has passed,” she murmured whilst a soft warmth filled her eyes.
“It has indeed,” a gentle voice responded, tinged with a hint of nostalgia.