Chapter 5 “Achoo!” Lyfa, a swordswoman of the Sylph race, quickly covered her mouth with both hands after letting out an explosive, unladylike sneeze. She stared out toward the entrance of the shrine, afraid that the evil-god had heard her and would poke its huge face in. Fortunately, the only thing that floated in was the falling snow. As the snow neared the fire burning on the floor of the shrine, it turned into a puff of steam and disappeared. Lyfa crouched down by the back wall while scratching the thick fur collar of her mantle. “Haa...” Sighing, Lyfa began to warm herself at the nearby fire. She felt more comfortable and soon found herself nodding off to sleep. The small stone shrine they were in was about four meters in length, width and height. The walls and ceiling were decorated with reliefs of eerie monsters that seemed to move in the firelight; it wasn’t the most comfortable interior. As her gaze turned to the side, Lyfa caught sight of her companion reclining against the wall, beginning to doze off, his peaceful—or foolish—face nodding up and down like a ship bobbing in the harbor. “Hey, wake—”