The land of Snow.
A heavy blizzard blanketed the area, reducing visibility to almost zero and even sound was no spared as it caused a cacophony that made it difficult to follow what was happening.
In this land with barely anything in sight, Max was slowly freezing to death.
Not just his body, but also his soul, his thoughts, his everything!
Within minutes, he would find himself a statue in this strange land.
"Is...this… the… work …of...the...Radiant Moon?" Max pondered as he found it difficult to keep his thoughts.
It felt like he was trying to roll a wheel but because of wear and tear, it had rusted, causing it to be difficult to pull.
Of course, if it were only the piercing cold Max wouldn't have considered his chances of death.
But the fact that a Corrupted yeti was standing before him with obvious killing intent aimed at him, he began to wonder what exactly had happened.
Where they laying in wait for him?
Had his journey already been known ahead of time?
