Lann's left hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist as he pushed open the dilapidated door of the small inn.
With a creak, white cold air immediately surged into the opened doorway.
Boots with external steel plates stepped from the wooden floor, and the feel on the ground was completely different from half an hour ago.
No longer was it the mud, dirty water, and soft, sinking sensation of a dirt road drenched by heavy rain.
Instead, it had already hardened from the cold.
This was very unnatural.
Because even if the sudden drop in temperature was triggered by magic, the cooling process could not be ignored.
And now, to be honest, the temperature wasn't particularly unbearable, yet the texture of the soil had already hardened... this was too fast.
This cold air was abnormal.
Lann was the first to realize this.
This cold air seemed incredibly permeable, able to simultaneously lower the temperature of both the inside and outside of objects without any time lag.
