The air was thick with humidity as Archer and Teuila ventured deeper into the heart of the hot jungle where the snow couldn't touch the ground.
It melted before it touched the treetops and leaked onto the jungle floor, creating muddy puddles everywhere.
Vibrant, tropical foliage surrounded them, starkly contrasting the icy reputation of the season.
The usual blanket of snow that one would expect in Frostwinter was conspicuously absent, replaced by the rich greenery of a thriving jungle.
Teuila looked around, her eyes wide with astonishment. "I can't believe it. It's like we've stepped into a completely different world. I was expecting icy landscapes, but this jungle... it's so alive."
Archer chuckled the sound blending with the distant calls of exotic creatures. "Mana has its way of reshaping things."
