Casually navigating the System Interface in the middle of a frozen wasteland, Ethan would've looked completely insane to anyone watching. For one, he was casually tapping at invisible windows that only he could see. For another, he was practically naked in temperatures that would've killed an ordinary person long ago.
Ethan glanced around as icy winds howled across the endless tundra, snow whipping through the air in violent gusts.
'I'd guess it's around minus forty.'
With his rags mostly torn apart from countless battles and his sandals having long since disintegrated somewhere back on Floor Twenty-One, the cold bit relentlessly into his skin. Even as a Titled and with his absurd physique, he could feel it settling into his bones.
"Alright."
He reached out.
"Come here, buddy."
A glow flashed across his chest.
The tattoo of the red-eyed Fenrir came alive before leaping from his skin.
A heartbeat later, Wolfy landed in the snow with a heavy thump.
