"The weak don't even have the right to resist..."
The snow and cold blanketing the entire plane are constantly seizing the warmth of life forms.
Countless undead creatures have traveled far and wide, their deaths becoming snowflakes of ice crystals.
For them, death might just be liberation.
This is not a guess, but the final mournful resentment of the Winter God... perhaps he is just the shackle bound in this world.
Maybe, having body temperature in this world is an original sin.
"Boom!"
Another icy giant beast slowly collapses outside the city walls, its burning Holy Fire still dispersing heat and power.
Lu Ping'an looks up at the sky, his Silver Fortress covered with a faint Holy Domain. Without it, the entire city would instantly turn into a Land of Ice and Snow, freezing everyone to death.
The heat source, or rather the sun, is, fundamentally, the true source of life.
"Boom!"
