Moonlight spilled over a mountain peak.
On the peak stood a five-story wooden house, with a striking white cloud resting upon its roof.
At this moment, the cloud was soundly asleep, blowing snot bubbles.
The surrounding howling blizzard, it seemed, had no effect on it. Having matured another age stage, Cotton Candy's resistance to such cold winds had greatly improved. If transformed into frost cloud form, it might even feel exceptionally comfortable.
In contrast to the cloud above that was slumbering peacefully, the interior of the wooden house below was still brightly lit.
Looking inside through the first-floor window.
Kane and his companions were sitting with round, stuffed bellies, leaning against their chairs with faces full of satisfaction.
Once again indulging in delicious food made from dungeon ingredients, they ate to their heart's content.
