"I'm freezing, I am freezing, I am freezing!"
Mel was leapfrogging in the snow that was reaching up to his knees. His dream of slumbering in spring winds was devastated. While the sweetest winds of spring were blowing one step outside the energy barrier, the knights of winter inside were dueling with each other.
"I knew that the climate in single-digit gardens was different, but isn't this too much? My feet haven't transformed like my arms yet; I'm going to get sick if I walk around in the snow a little longer."
While moving forward by grumbling, the young boy jumped on a large rock to protect his feet from the cold snow and then opened his bag without wasting any time. He quickly took the guide containing information about the garden. The first page was worth seeing.
"The Dead of Winter Garden!"
"The ninth garden is an area dominated by bone-freezing coldness. Herbalists should be careful to wear appropriate clothes!"
