The moment Ryuzen stepped into the Arctic Den on Extreme Mode, as if the usual temperature seemed to drop even further. But this it was 10°C minus than Hard difficulty.
But because of his natural affinity toward cold, and Manus form's integrated frost shell skill activated, he barely felt a thing.
He looked around cautiously.
The frosted walls shimmered with an unnatural glow, and the very air felt heavier, infused with mana that pulsed like a living thing.
The Arctic Den howled as if sensing a worthy challenger had entered its cursed halls.
CRUNCH… CRUNCH…
Ryuzen's boots sank into the thick snow with each step. A freezing mist swirled around him, stinging at his skin. The sky overhead was gone, replaced by a dome of jagged ice and twisted frost-trees that cracked with ancient groans.
His breath was steady, eyes narrowed as he scanned the white terrain.
Suddenly—
SKREEEEE!!!
A chorus of shrill cries pierced the air.
