Adam exhaled a light sigh.
He saw fog form with each breath and felt the temperature around him drop slightly. Noticing this, he couldn't help but frown a little.
How could there be such a change in the environment just from the mere presence of a Magus?
And Adam was certain that the Winter Lord hadn't cast his magic yet.
He tilted his head as he blinked under the Faceless Mask. He glanced at the white-haired Magus and said, "You're strange."
The Winter Lord did not reply. But his aura grew cold, and the temperature in the surroundings dropped further.
"Hmm." Adam recalled something he had learned from the memories of the great experts. "Are you someone with an Innate Physique?"
The Winter Lord's pupils constricted. For the first time, a faint trace of emotion surfaced in his eyes.
His lord and savior had once spoken of this to him. This was the formal terminology for his condition, so he knew that what the masked man had said was true.
