The Icy Mountain, Seraphia's Breath, or Nivis's Breath—none of these names truly captured how dreadful this place was. Saad mused that if this was their breath, then they were in desperate need of brushing their teeth. The air was filled with a strange, cold stench that was difficult to describe. At best he could say that it was like bitter, biting odor of frozen decay. It was overpowering, almost suffocating, and Saad could hardly bear it.
[The smell of icy death permeates the air. Your steps have become slower. You feel tired.]
[You have fallen into negative status 'Am I a slug'. The agility has decreased by 20 temporarily.]
[You have fallen into negative status 'Frostbitten Lungs'. The stamina has decreased by 25 temporarily.]
Before Saad could curse and get angry, another notification showed up.
