"I am freezing, I am freezing, I am freezing!"
Mel leapfrogged in the snow reaching his knees. His dream of slumbering in spring winds was devastated. While the sweetest winds of spring blew one step outside the energy barrier, the knights of winter inside dueled with each other.
"I knew the climate in single-digit gardens was different, but is this not too much? My feet have not transformed like my arms yet; I am going to get sick if I walk around in the snow a little longer."
Moving forward grumbling, the young boy jumped on a large rock to protect his feet from the cold snow and then opened his bag without wasting any time. He quickly took the guide containing information about the garden. The first page was worth seeing.
"The Dead of Winter Garden!"
"The Ninth Herb Garden is an area dominated by bone-freezing coldness. Herbalists should be careful to wear appropriate clothes!"
