In the small grove deep in the night, a layer of snow covered the ground, and the white cold air spread rapidly like mist, far denser than before.
It enveloped the surroundings, shrouding many trees within.
The trees cloaked in this white mist did not freeze into ice, yet appeared locked in space, unmoving even with the strongest of winds blowing through.
The space in this area was completely frozen.
"Roar!"
The Lion-Tiger Scale Armor Beast beneath Chafne sensed danger and let out a cry of terror that suddenly ceased, as if frozen in place, unable to move.
"Impressive."
Chafne exclaimed in admiration, layers of magic power swirling around her like burning flames, warding off the encroaching white cold air.
"Clang!"
A brilliant radiance shone from the Holy Sword Shane had drawn and unsealed at some point, protecting him from the white cold air that surrounded him.
