The snow stopped melting as soon as it touched the ground. Winter had settled hard over Evon and a thick white blanket covered the dirt paths of the Elven Village.
Eren stood near the northern barricade in athletic shorts and a thin grey t-shirt. His breath barely fogged. His base stats had pushed into the sixties and the Evon winter felt like a spring breeze on his skin now.
He crushed a frozen slime under his boot and flicked the pieces into the bushes.
The last three days had been surprisingly calm and he was enjoying his new life immensely. He spent his early mornings clearing out weak monsters that wandered too close to the barricades. Then he moved on to much better activities.
He remembered walking into the bakery yesterday morning. The room was suffocatingly hot and smelled like yeast and burning wood. Lyra was kneading thick dough on the heavy table when he stepped behind her without saying a word. He wrapped his arms around her soft waist.
