The cold air bit into their skin, and the mountains were sealed by heavy snow.
The north wind howled, sending white feathers fluttering through the air.
Aske and Medea trudged through the snow, one step deep, the next shallow.
"I'm so cold." Medea clung to Aske's arm, "Warm me up, will you?"
"Why don't you make a fire?" Aske suggested.
Medea: ......
She suddenly began to hate herself for having Flame Ability.
As a ball of fire danced in her hands, a pleasant warmth spread out in all directions, pushing back the bitter cold in a circle around them.
"Hold on." Aske suddenly stopped, staring at the footprints in the snow beneath them.
"It's Snow Monster tracks."
"What should we do?" Medea instantly tensed up.
Though Aske was by her side, he was still gravely injured and had also lost his Longsword.
"We don't do anything." Aske said, "If we encounter it, we kill it."
"How do we kill it?" asked Medea.
Then, Aske turned his gaze towards her.
