The scenery transformed before Kyrie could realize it, from the lush forests of Wonderland to the frozen wastes he had grown accustomed to. The air went from bearable to deadly cold; even inside the house, it was enough to annoy him beyond measure.
A living house could not block off the cold completely. Every time he thought of it, Kyrie felt like going mad with rage and annoyance. The blizzard still finds ways to be a nuisance and a problem when it shouldn't. He had a house, a living one at that. How does the cold infiltrate it?
Because cold would be there no matter where he went, Kyrie stopped going to his room unless he needed to sleep or rest, preferring the warmer living room or the sparring room.
With so many fights, the air there always retained leftover heat from his confrontations against Zillia. The only good thing about considering the mess it became after each session.
