Truth Seeker was invaluable armor, capable of stopping deadly blows. Yet its usefulness was limited against the freezing climate.
The cold seeped through the crimson attire, bearing itself deep into Azrael's body, causing goosebumps to rise across his skin.
He had been trained to survive under cold climates, but even the artificially created cold that he had experienced in the Rift Containment room paled in comparison to what he was suffering from right now. It seemed that the imitation was just a cheap knock-off at the end of the day.
'It's fine.' Azrael reassured himself. His mouth was sealed tightly as he took slow breaths from his nose.
A crunching sound reached his ears as he moved westward. The snow reached a quarter of his legs, obscuring whether he was stepping over branches—or hollow bones.
'Since I doubt I'll like the answer, I won't bother to find out,' he thought.
