The cleanup of Winterhold had reached its fifth day.
The endless snowstorm seemed to freeze under the deadly pressure rising from this city of ice.
At the top of the tower in the City Lord's Mansion, Aiden stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the city below. It was running at full speed like a giant war beast.
With the huge amount of Mythic Rank materials and Legendary Rank equipment he had given out, Winterhold's military strength had changed completely. It was no longer the same as before.
Just then, the spatial ring on Aiden's finger suddenly sent out a sharp burning pain that seemed to scorch his soul.
It was the Epic Rank cross-world communication item—the Skeleton Tree Root.
Aiden frowned slightly. With a wave of his hand, a pale white bone-like tree root floated in the air.
Dark golden magic power flowed into it at once. The root suddenly burst out with a blinding blood-red light.
