The frozen tundra is the coldest in the early morning. Although the temperature at night is lower than in the early morning, every morning, a cold breeze would blow across the icy plain. Walking in the chilly wind would make anyone feel as if their marrow was freezing over. The Sun God Huront's chariot hung high in the sky, casting a hazy light on the ice field, refracted by the lingering mist. Two figures, seemingly resembling starving magical beasts akin to wolverines, were wandering not too far from the ice house. Starvation and the threat of death drove them to ignore the intimidating aura emitted by the Legendary Rank professionals. They roamed dangerously close, hoping to sneak into the ice house in search of food.