It was late at night, and a crescent moon could be seen in the sky, glowing brightly.
A cold, dense fog escaped from the depths of the mountain, came out from behind the trees like rolling waves, and permeated the garden like a virus, causing the temperature there to drop rapidly.
The temperature of the village was the exact opposite of that. It had returned to normal after Voss died. While it was cold in the ashen mountain, it was warm there. It could be counted as the warmest place in the entire northern region.
"The danger has passed." The Water Celestial said to the villagers.
"Thank you very much!" The villagers bowed down to him in respect.
The villagers treated him like a God because he had helped their village survive and thrive for hundreds of years.
It might look like they were just villagers who lived humble lives, but they had never starved or worried about a bad year of harvest.
