The path to Heilburg City was, without a doubt, the hardest they had faced on this journey. As the blistering winds howled, Mavis had cast a protective spell, forming a bubble-like barrier that enveloped herself, Kiera, and Minho as they pressed forward through the biting cold of the snowy land.
The icy landscape seemed endless, and the only sound outside the barrier was the relentless wind, clawing at them as if it wanted to freeze their very souls.
Reno, however, was reveling in the conditions. His eyes sparkled with something between mischief and hunger as he absorbed the essence hidden within the frigid air.
This chilling breeze carried remnants of a lost power from Frostvale, the relic submerged at the bottom of Polaris Lake.
For Reno, an ice-attribute user, it was like a banquet, an opportunity to cultivate his strength. The energy was so pure, so intoxicating, that it nourished him more than any elite-class treasure ever could.
