"Is it snowing?" Angel emerged from the earth's chasm and saw white frost descending from the sky.
Looking around, indeed, the earth was already adorned with a silver drape.
"I hate snowy days. Especially snow without sunshine." The speaker was the Tree Spirit, who was looking up at the sky, obscured by thick clouds.
The silhouette of the Tree Spirit appeared somewhat phantom-like, evidently not its true form.
After finishing speaking, the Tree Spirit waited for a while without hearing Angel's response. Puzzled, he turned to look back, only to find Angel wasn't listening to him but was gazing into the distance.
Following Angel's gaze, the Tree Spirit saw at the edge of the vast snowy plain, a line of ant-like black dots was slowly advancing.
