Opening his eyes, Reno was greeted by a gentle breeze that carried delicate snowflakes in its wake. The air felt crisp, laden with a biting chill that invigorated his senses.
He blinked, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of land before him—a pristine, endless winterscape draped in a blanket of ice and snow. The world stretched out in all directions, its surface shimmering under the pale light of distant stars, as if the very ground was made of frozen glass.
He stood at the heart of this winter paradise, the air thick with the raw, unrestrained power of wind and ice mana. It permeated everything, swirling in invisible currents, breathing life into the frost that covered the land.
Never before had Reno experienced such a dense concentration of mana, perfectly suited to his elemental nature. Every breath he took was a rush of energy, filling him with a sense of strength and belonging.
