Just like a desert can't escape its dryness and a rainforest can't escape its humidity, what can never be escaped in Black Prison is the omnipresent chill.
Even within the Black Prison Castle.
Despite the thick stone walls, the multiple intricately carved Runes, and the powerful magical barriers, the chilly air stubbornly clung to every Wizard who appeared in this world.
The corridors had drafts, where the chill was especially intense.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Mai Dong shivered, waking up.
She muttered softly. On one side was the Captain's broad and warm chest, while on the other was as cold as if it were hung in icy snow, so cold that it seeped in even through the thick Cloak.
The Little Witch couldn't fall back asleep.
She poked her head out from under the Captain's Cloak to look outside.
"Where are we?" she asked groggily.
