The weather has been extremely harsh recently.
The sky is swallowed by a heavy gray-white, the clouds hanging low, as if ready to collapse at any moment. The snow doesn't merely fall; it flies horizontally, like a silent rage, whistling and ripping through trees, rocks, and frozen soil. The distant mountains have long disappeared behind the snow curtain, leaving only vague outlines.
The guards from the Centaur and Ogre Clan stationed at the Abyssal Rift clearly feel uncomfortable.
——With their vision obstructed and body temperatures plummeting, they hastily set up makeshift tents to resist the wind and snow, but their combat readiness was still affected.
But White Dragon Trish stretched her wings comfortably, circling freely in the snowstorm.
As a typical cold-climate creature, this weather ironically made her feel at ease.
Feeling the bone-chilling cold, she even thought her mind was sharper than usual, as if her intelligence had increased.
