Under the watchful eyes of the innkeeper, Ethan and the Shadow Elf made their exit. The moment they stepped out, Ethan felt an icy chill pierce through him.
"It seems the blizzards of the Glacial Peaks are indeed unlike any other. The Power of Curses that they harbor is excessively potent. Even with the blessings of multiple deities, I struggle to withstand them without preparation."
Regret was beginning to seep into Ethan's thoughts.
After all, who would willingly leave the warmth of shelter to face the merciless, unshielded wilderness in such freezing conditions?
The Shadow Elf, however, was faring slightly better than Ethan.
The innate Cryo resistance of the Power of Shadow afforded some reprieve.
Yet, even for the Shadow Elf, the blizzard of the Glacial Peaks posed a significant threat.
Urgency tinged their voice as they prompted Ethan to hasten their pace.
