Snowflakes the size of fingertips danced in the wind from the north, one after another, one following the other, twirling rapidly into clusters, then...
They exploded!
Boom!
A pure white brilliance illuminated much of South Los in that moment.
In the blink of an eye, everything was clad in silvery white.
The large trees on both sides of the shaded path were covered in snow, looking like mist, almost ethereal.
The path of the shaded lane was completely engulfed in snow, and at that moment, it did not resemble the pathway in South Los at all, but rather the far north of North County.
The fleeing member of the Death Poetry Society frantically escaped, the arcane artifacts in his hands flashing one after another, the Glyphic Language from his mouth never stopping!
His face had long lost its usual composure, filled only with panic and confusion.
Arcana Level!
He could never have imagined that the 'Blood Descendant' he had once met briefly was of the Arcana Level!
