A famed figure from the Ge Clan fell stiffly in the wind and snow.
The body plummeted rapidly, but disappeared before it plunged into the sea.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The wind grew fiercer.
The snow became heavier too.
The snowflakes were so large, they resembled giant fans.
They floated in the sky with an unsettling terror.
Especially the color of the snow.
At first, they were pure white, shining like light in this dim apocalypse. But now they carried a hint of brown within the gray, and the color deepened, gradually turning pitch black, as if tainted by too much filth during their descent.
The cold wave rolled constantly, making one shiver.
Is there truly a pure world? Is there an unstained paradise?
The shadows of the world lie behind the sunlight, and every dawn is followed by dusk.
Zhu Weiwo carried the Ember Ending Lance and flew swiftly in the black snow.
Every snowflake that drifted toward him was silently shredded by the spear force.
