Days went by, and as time passed, the forest became increasingly cold.
Now, in the evenings and mornings, autumn frost had already begun to appear in the forest.
Even the Garden Secret Realm was affected, its temperature inevitably dropping a few degrees, but with the steadiness of constant temperature magic, it still maintained a suitable warmth.
The autumn sun was no longer so warm, shining through the glass window, casting a frost-red hue of maple leaves on the floor of the Prayer House.
It gave the usually serene and sacred Prayer House a touch of autumnal melancholy.
Char sat cross-legged in front of the Prayer Tablet, with a beautifully bound magic book written on grass parchment laid out before him, its surface inlaid with a large number of precious plant branches, leaves, flowers, and fruits, and reinforced with powerful spells, making it indestructible and impervious to water and fire.
