Frozen Territory, atop Rhinohorn Mountain.
Gazing upon the steadily expanding and increasingly grand castle, Ryan couldn't help but feel satisfied.
"I didn't expect that in just a month and a half, Furnace City would become colder than the Frozen Territory."
"That world… it really seems to be dying. To avoid unexpected complications, Young Master Ryan, it would be best for you to stay in the Frozen Territory from now on."
Beside him, the old butler offered his advice. He genuinely feared that one day, Ryan might vanish into the eternal stillness overtaking the continent of Exneer.
"That's not possible. If I don't go personally, there's no way to ensure where the spatial gate will open."
Ryan shook his head. The key factor was himself. Every time he traveled to Exneer, he always appeared near Furnace City. Then, within Furnace City, he would open the planar gate to transport people and goods back.
Anyone else simply couldn't do it.
