"We... where have we ended up? Why is it... feeling... colder and colder..."
The fat man's teeth chattered.
Had someone tampered with their Guide Bird? The balding middle-aged man couldn't help but think so. However, after observing the wavering Guide Bird for a while, his knowledge told him that the bird hadn't been tampered with but was... being interfered with.
But how could that be possible? There were no traces of an Illusion Technique around.
It's... the Guide Bird had frozen!
Upon entering Frost Hell, it was already minus fifty or sixty degrees, and it was probably down to minus eighty or ninety degrees now... If it weren't for the Combat Uniform made by Green Shadow being warm enough, his combat effectiveness in this environment might have been only twenty to thirty percent, and it would have continued to decrease over time.
