No matter how many layers of clothing they wrapped themselves in, no matter how many blankets they piled on, it did nothing.
What was even more cruel was that this coldness, like a curse, kept spreading—not from person to person, but throughout every night touched by moonlight.
In those planes, the mages discovered countless victims who had locked themselves away in pitch-black rooms.
Every single one wrapped themselves up tightly, yet still died.
Even their faces were twisted in unbearable agony.
It was obvious what kind of torment they suffered before death.
"That bitch!" Wizard Shen Yu couldn't help but curse furiously as he read the report.
This kind of Divine Spirit, yet still boasts of her kindness in so many myths.
