"Lula, today the temperature dropped by another three degrees, with no signs of recovery." A white-furred Snow Monster watched the fluctuating numbers on the Magic Device used to monitor temperature, his voice filled with concern.
"I know, many crops can't withstand the severe cold anymore. If this continues, there will be a reduction in food production."
"How's the arrangement of temperature-increasing Magic Devices going?"
The gray-furred Snow Monster, called Lula, sighed as he asked. As the leader of the entire settlement, he was naturally aware of the seriousness of the current situation, realizing it from the moment a Snow Monster froze to death.
He had also arranged countermeasures in a timely manner, but this bout of cold came too quickly and suddenly. The Snow Monster civilization wasn't prepared at all and was hit hard. He now didn't even know how many Snow Monsters had survived apart from his settlement.
