Buried under the thick layers of snow.
Under the mighty power of nature.
Not dead?
It's quite reasonable not to be dead, and Terger was quite pleased with that.
But he thought at least there would be unconsciousness, the status wouldn't be good.
But looking at this, lively and energetic.
But isn't there supposed to be some injuries?
There has to be frostbite, right? Coming out like that, already frozen in that manner.
Yet nothing happened, just like before, no difference at all.
As if being buried under an avalanche didn't affect them at all.
Is this still a living creature?
Or perhaps the appearance seen by the other party is an Elf, but actually some... special race living in the snow mountain areas.
Possessing extremely strong cold resistance or something.
The reality before him compelled Terger to consider this possibility.
But the time spent together before started to dispel his thoughts.
He was experienced, a knowledgeable scholar.
