After they had rested sufficiently, the caravan continued up Devil's Mountain, and the irregular weather affected all the members of the caravan.
Kleint, who had regained some of his strength, was shivering due to the low temperature of the mountain. He was covered as much as he could, but the icy breezes penetrated his body, adding to the flaw of the sealed item "Weakening".
Shit why did all those mutated people attack only me? Kleint sighed inwardly, clutching his shoulders tightly; he didn't try to warm up his body because he wasn't sure if he could control the fire element well.
Sigh, fortunately, nothing out of the ordinary had happened yet for the moment... He fixed his gaze on the group of knights and the people of the caravans, who were talking calmly as if everything before was a lie.
With this view, several thoughts went through his head.
