Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill 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 lashes, long and delicate, cast gentle shadows upon her cheeks. As her eyes fluttered open, they revealed a pair of hazy violet orbs, carrying a peculiar blend of allure and peril. The shade was profound and captivating, resembling the depths of a swirling nebula.

Her beauty was utterly striking.

Her facial features were exquisitely defined, her lips forming a subtle curve even in silence. Her bearing appeared at ease, almost languid, yet the atmosphere surrounding her exuded an understated authority that permeated the entire chamber.

She possessed a visage both alluring and charming, yet simultaneously exuding a terrifying power.

Several female guards, clad in dark armor adorned with faint runic patterns, stood arrayed around the bed. Each maintained a perfectly still, disciplined posture.

One guard stepped forward slightly and inclined her head.

"Your Highness," she stated with reverence.

"We have detected a live Draconic signature."

The woman resting on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

For a fleeting instant, her expression remained serene.

Then, a flicker of astonishment crossed her gaze.

"Is it genuine?" she inquired softly.

Her voice was smooth and gentle, yet it resonated with an undeniable command.

"Indeed, Your Highness," the guard responded promptly.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What if you are mistaken?" she probed.

Her violet eyes suddenly emanated a faint, perilous luminescence.

The room's tension instantly intensified.

"There is no possibility of error," the guard asserted firmly.

"We have verified it numerous times."

The woman paused in silence for a moment.

Then, she gave a slow nod. Without uttering another word, she lazily raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Snap.

In the subsequent instant, the air within the chamber contorted violently.

A sudden torrent of frost and mana erupted near the bed, swirling through the chamber like a miniature tempest. Cold mist enveloped the space, and icy particles danced across the floor.

From the heart of this swirling frost, a form gradually materialized.

Within mere seconds, another woman appeared beside the bed. She bore an exact resemblance to the woman reclining there.

The same shade of purple hair.

The same hazy violet eyes.

The same composed yet dangerous aura.

The attendants nearby observed the spectacle in silent wonder.

Even though they had witnessed it on many prior occasions, comprehending it remained a challenge.

A clone.

The figure standing beside the bed moved with the identical grace and gestures as their mistress.

It was as though two identical sovereigns now occupied the same space.

The woman lying on the bed slowly turned her head, directing her gaze towards the clone.

For an instant, their identical violet gazes locked.

Then, she spoke with composure.

"Go and find that dragon for me."

Her tone was no longer languid.

It now carried a sharp, driving ambition.

"And bring its heart to me."

The clone inclined her head silently.

The original woman's lips curled slightly into a subtle smile.

"With it," she continued deliberately, "our research can finally commence."