Sister of the Ranking 1st (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 166

A snowstorm raged violently alongside the gale. Amidst it stood the Eternal Winter King, shedding black tears like blood.

The cold that had just moments ago swept through now seemed like child’s play—the temperature plummeting to a level where even breathing properly was impossible without cold resistance. If even the Sage, who had boosted his cold resistance, was in such a state, it was uncertain how many had already perished from this sudden, overwhelming chill.

Those who remained conscious and alive stared blankly at the window hovering before their eyes.

[Sanctuary, Paradise of Despair (???)]

[Despair gathered and gathered until it finally became an eternal winter. Endless snowflakes, like tears, will fall upon this frigid expanse. No one may leave this land without the King’s permission.]

By nature, a Sanctuary was an exceedingly rare special skill. Entry or exit without the owner’s consent was impossible, and within the Sanctuary, causality itself could warp enough to make the impossible happen. Just look at the Saintess’s Sanctuary—even death was rendered impossible, wasn’t it?

Yet never before had a monster been known to wield a Sanctuary. After all, the Gate itself was already the domain of a boss monster and functionally identical to a Sanctuary. For a monster to deploy its own Sanctuary separately? To say no one could leave without the owner’s permission? That was no different from sentencing them all to death.

Gun Shin, unable to comprehend the situation, urgently asked the Sage,

“Hey! Weren’t you supposed to be performing some kind of sealing ritual? What’s the status on that?!”

The Sage swallowed his despair and replied,

“…The moment the boss monster’s assimilation progress changed, we were forced to reconstruct part of the ritual formula. In other words…”

“You’re saying we have to start all over from the beginning?”

“…Yes.”

At the Sage’s answer, Gun Shin’s expression twisted in anguish. It was already unbearably cold—and now he could barely feel his fingertips. If even with boosted resistance it felt this bad, fighting was utterly out of the question.

To make matters worse, ceaseless screams—like tinnitus—resounded constantly.

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