Vivian raised her eyebrow and said:
"Girls don't like men who brag."
Hewitt raised his hand, hiding his fingers in the air, then pulled down.
In an instant, fierce winds raged, snowflakes fell from the cloudless sky, and the chilly torrent ran through the air. The vines on Vivian's body also spread towards her lower abdomen and thighs.
A corner of the world seemed to tear open, revealing a frigid winter world to Vivian. Frost encased everything in its grip, and the horizon was shrouded in endless darkness. Vague shadows of giants loomed in the mist, and a towering stone structure proved that life had once existed even in this harsh environment.
Vivian raised her hand to block the howling blizzard:
"Did you open a teleportation gate?"
Hewitt gestured with his hand, saying:
"Would you like to visit the palace rooted in my mind?"
Vivian blinked her big eyes and then reached out to Hewitt:
"I want to see what tricks you're playing."
