The light slowly faded away, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had completely changed.
What lay before him now was a world blanketed in white, with large, fluffy snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
The snow fell thick and fast, covering everything in a soft, white veil, like a delicate layer of gauze.
Under this endless blanket of snow, it was as if mountains, trees, and even the sky itself had ceased to exist.
All that remained was the snow—endless, falling like feathers from the heavens.
The scene was like a perfect landscape painting, one that seemed to transcend time and space, leaving behind only breathtaking beauty.
"How did you even create this little world?" Sylvia's eyes widened slightly, her clear, autumn-like gaze sparkling as she looked around.
It had been a long time since the continent of Elant had seen snow.
"For you, my dear wife, creating a little world like this is no big deal."
