Not only the big dog Kakari, but all the guard dogs in Mira Village shrunk their tails and hugged their paws around their heads, posing in the same pose. Not to mention barking, I didn't even have the guts to show my eyes and glance at the dark shadow outside.

For a while, the village of Mira became unusually quiet, and even the sound of the wind blowing through the small stones on the ground could be heard clearly.

The dark shadow strolling through Mira Village seemed to be looking for something, and before passing through the gates of one house after another, occasionally a villager who suddenly woke up would see this black shadow, but they would immediately be unable to withstand the certain aura emanating from the black shadow and fall asleep again.

As you can imagine, the next day the legend of the ghost will be even more noisy.

The shadow isn't very fast, and doesn't seem to find the right direction, sometimes making many turns in the same place. So not all the villagers' homes have been walked by it.

But Mira was a very small village, and no matter how many times the shadow had taken the wrong path, it gradually passed through most of the village and reached the house of Ulysses and Yulia at the edge of the village.

This time, it stopped. It was the first time since it appeared in the village that it had stopped somewhere for more than ten seconds, and it seemed to smell something, and its black figure began to fluctuate violently, like the undulating ocean in the dark night.

At this time, Ulysses was in a wonderful state in his room. Compared to the previous unintentional entries, this time, for the first time, he clearly felt the call from a certain realm.

"Faith is power, faith is self, can you come here to fight?"

It was a voice that was a little familiar to him, very similar to the girl Lala he longed for, but it lacked the emotional part, like the sound of the wind blowing through the canyon for thousands of years on the edge of the hero's graveyard.

"I, yes. "This time, Ulysses made the choice himself.

His wishes, his desire for this world, all came from missing Lara, so there was only one reason why he would respond to this call.

I want to meet, I want to see her again, I want to talk to her more, I want to know more about her. It's not a complicated reason, it's just such a simple wish.

"Then, the battle begins!" announces the beginning of a call from another realm, and in the blur, Ulysses' figure begins to disappear.

However, this is also the moment when the dark shadow invades Ulysses' home and finds his location.

"Found ......" Even though there was only a hint of vagueness left on Ulysses' bed, the uninvited guest confirmed what he was looking for.

............ Ulysses did not lose consciousness this time, and after responding to the call from the Garden of Struggle, he felt his body become lilt, and then seemed to be pulled into a door, and when he saw the light, one foot had already stepped out of the glittering door.

This time, Ulysses did not appear in mid-air, but stepped directly on the ground. However, the ground was very icy and slippery, so that he almost fell without mental preparation.

Then, he saw a group of penguins looking at him with very innocent eyes.

"The north side of the Northern Continent?" Ulysses really didn't expect that this time the battlefield would be in such a place. Nowhere else can you find this pretty creature that sways on the ice and swims faster than a fish in the water.

Only further north of the legendary northern continent, where even the land cannot be seen, and the world of ice and snow seems to spread all the way to the far north at the end of the world, will this magical creature haunt. It is said that this world is a forbidden place for humans, and it belongs completely to the world of various ice and snow creatures.

Looking up into the distance, as expected, Ulysses spotted clusters of white peaks. It was not a naturally generated steep peak, but an iceberg that slowly formed in the frozen air that did not melt for thousands of years, and it was also a lair loved by various ice and snow monsters.

And between that group of icebergs and him, there is a glacial lake about several kilometers. On this frozen lake for an unknown amount of time, the figure he longed for was fighting.

With his twin swords fluttering and his silver hair fluttering, Ulysses recognized the girl he loved at a glance, even from a distance of hundreds of meters.

Lara, the biggest reason he wants to come to this world, the only wish he wants to fulfill in this world.

With this heartbeat, this fiery emotion, something that was bound in the real world was shattered, and the Holy Sword of the Wind, which symbolized "freedom", also responded to Ulysses's excitement and automatically came to his hands.

It was only when he looked at Lara that Ulysses could feel the burning emotion in his heart that he had never felt before, it was only when he looked at her lonely back that he had such an irrepressible impulse, and when the Sword of the Wind answered his call, he believed that she was something special to him.

So, here he is going to fight for her. It's not about believing in yourself, but about believing in Lala, who believes in him.

The wind is blowing, this is the wind that belongs to the ice and snow world, and it is also the wind that announces the beginning of the battle. Ulysses, who summoned the wind, was well prepared.

He's going to fight for Lala.

At the same time, other people chosen by the Garden of Struggle began to step into new battlefields one after another. They have different desires, different motivations, but they come here with only one thing to do, and that is to fight.

"I won't lose, I won't!" Holding the Primordial Sword tightly in her hand, memorizing the patterns of several heraldic coins of great power, Yuria stepped onto the battlefield alone.

The Ghost Sword was held diagonally in his hand, already like a sixteen-year-old boy, looking at the newly unfolding world with bright red killing intent eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the killing.

"Dance tonight, too!" Faphneel, who had taken it as a game and enjoyed it, shook the rattle in her hand and entered happily.

"Don't try to stop me. The princess in the white dress looked more determined than the last time, powerful, and a huge amount of magic was pouring out of the platinum holy sword in her hand, bathing her whole body in this blazing light.

With different wishes and different moods, those who have been selected by the Garden of Struggle and have voluntarily responded to the call will fight here with the highest intensity tonight.

This is a brutal killing battlefield, a garden of struggle that cannot be walked out without killing all the enemies, and only the victor can get out of it.

(To be continued)