The spatial rift tore open in the middle of a white blizzard.
Cold air instantly flooded through.
Not the ordinary kind of cold.
Not the cold that stabs into skin and flesh, nor the kind that turns breath into white mist. It was a strange, creeping chill — something that slowly burrowed into bone, spread from bone into blood, and finally made even a person's thoughts begin to slow.
Noan stepped out of the spatial rift.
Behind him, Yuna and Noralia emerged.
The moment Noralia set foot on the snow, she trembled slightly.
Not from weakness.
But because this place made her deeply uncomfortable.
Since awakening the [Queen of the Natural Spirit] bloodline, Noralia had grown far more sensitive to life. She could feel the vitality in grass and trees, sense the flow of nature, even pick up vague emotions from tiny creatures nearby.
But here...
There was nothing.
Not the absence of life.
More like the life in this place had been locked inside an invisible layer of ice.
Not dead.
