Isabella and her companions were also feeling the strain, the sight before them making even their breathing slow.
It was bitterly cold, unbearably so.
Their eyelashes had already frosted over.
Despite being fully prepared, they now found even walking increasingly difficult.
Each of them shivered as they took a swig of the last of the monkey wine that John had divided among them.
Not only that, but he had managed to obtain even more from the Monkey King, which barely kept them mobile.
Otherwise, they would have been completely immobilized.
Walking was hard enough, let alone activating the magic array in these conditions.
"How long do you need?"
John gritted his teeth as he watched Alastair fiercely attack towards him.
Luckily, this madman's attention was solely fixed on him, sparing the other two fortresses any scrutiny.
Once he shifted his focus to the other fortresses, they would all be doomed.
