Though the atmosphere in the gap had already reached a freezing point, after all, this was a realm created by a mighty Divine, far removed from the real world; hence those horrifying yet magnificent scenes were mostly only witnessed by Fisher and others still within.
In the real world, the auroras still twinkled in the sky and the moonlight remained bright; the living creatures below the mountain were recuperating, having no ties to the fate-like war ensconced in the gap.
In the recently cured Snow Fox tribe, as though favored by luck after a brush with the Death God, they took care of each other with tears of joy, cherishing the beauty of life; it should have been the same this night as all had retired early. Only a few physically recuperated Snow Foxes stayed awake to guard the night, but for some reason, they were extremely drowsy, hardly any of them keeping a clear mind.
