Stella Sterling sighed, letting the wind wash over her on the rooftop. From this high vantage point, she looked down upon the city.
Though the once-bustling Mirefall had now become a dead, silent city of ice and snow, the sight of the varied, snow-covered landscapes still held its own kind of shocking beauty.
The cold wind whipped against her body, and Stella Sterling's face was instantly flushed red.
This time, she had come specifically to endure the cold. She hadn't put on any heat packs under her clothes, and her attire was rather thin. The chill was enough to make anyone tremble.
She did her best to acclimate to the cold, standing straight to resist it.
The reason she hadn't done this before was because her body had been weaker, and she hadn't been well-acclimated to the cold.
