Time passed, and the stars moved.
In the blink of an eye, another half a year had passed. The polar night dissipated and the polar day was ushered in.
The sun hung high in the sky. Although there was no temperature, the bright sunlight still added some vitality and vitality to the ice plains of the extreme north. The silver-covered land seemed to be coated with a layer of gold foil.
Garen's life in the Northern Ice Field was as stable as ever.
After obtaining the spirit of the earth, garen fiddled with it for a while, but unfortunately, other than letting the spirit of the earth suffer from torture from time to time, he did not manage to figure out anything.
He was one with Yuna's mind, and his research on teleportation across space and time continued.
