Catalina ran back to the ice field in a mad rush, barely stopping herself from plunging into the bottomless abyss.
Although she had already taken several steps, ice bloomed under her feet, connecting with the mountain peaks.
She probably wanted to run straight over.
But suddenly, a trail of golden light flew from behind, quickly binding her waist and pulling her back to the top of the peak from mid-air.
"The Sacred Tree!"
Catalina fell heavily to the ground, but still struggled towards the direction of the Floating Island, shouting.
Above the vast ice field, the once concealed Floating Island had revealed itself, but its land had suddenly split into several pieces.
It was like a world falling apart; chunks of snow and ice cascaded down.
They disappeared silently into the expanse of the ice field below in the howling blizzard.
The Holy Land of Elves was vanishing, piece by piece.
"No! Don't!"
