The full moon was faint, the cold deepening.
Pale moonlight, like water, cast a white veil over this dungeon soaked in blood and sin.
The snowflakes were light, drifting one after another.
The frigid wind swept over everyone, making their already stiff hair turn even whiter; a few gnarled old trees stood by the roadside. A strong wind lashed their branches, howled through the empty castle, the wind sounding like the snarls of beasts.
Countless heads peered around Sister Xia. The instant the second flare ignited, a faint flush appeared on her bluish skin.
No one dared think about grabbing the lighter in her hand.
Everyone was gathering their strength, waiting for the snow covering the escape route to melt so they could rush out first.
Clearing a dungeon always earned you a reward, but the first one to exit would get much more than everyone else.
The flickering flame vanished in an instant, and the world returned to its icy calm.
