'I feel cold.'
It was unreal, really. I didn't think I could feel cold, never in my life. I was used to feeling a supernatural chill at this point, caused by magical abilities or presences belonging to Supreme beings or the like, but the cold is... a friend to me.
It's the environment where I can be at ease, unleash all of my power, and be strengthened to the maximum... But this isn't the kind of cold that is comforting to me.
It feels as if I'm back to being a normal human, affected by the cold. It's no longer an ally, but rather a dangerous part of nature. Just like it was before. It shouldn't be like this, not to me.
A frost dragon should never feel 'cold'. Just comfortable in cold.
'But then again, is it really cold?'
I questioned myself, thinking about the conditions of the Black Sea. It's been a few hours since I departed from the port, effortlessly manipulating my mana to move my sweet little dinghy in this... black expanse.
