[Floor 28 – Entry Confirmed]
[Main Scenario: Survive the Everlasting Winter]
[The cold is absolute. You are granted three divine matches. Keep the flame alive.]
[Current Climbers: 89]
[Environmental Hazard: ABSOLUTE COLD — HP drain active]
[Items Granted: Divine Match x3]
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The floor came in white and stayed white.
Eighty-nine climbers stood on a plain of packed snow under a sky that had no color, no sun, no horizon line. The blizzard hit immediately — wind from every direction at once, the kind that finds gaps in armor and clothing that shouldn't exist and puts cold fingers through them. The snow wasn't falling so much as moving laterally, cutting across eye level in dense sheets that reduced visibility to roughly fifteen meters before the world went to white static.
I checked my HP bar. It was draining. Slowly but steadily, the same tick rate as a persistent poison effect, except poisons could be countered and the cold just was.
