On the way to Mount Kuro, the chill was unseen and untouchable, only experienced through shivering, causing blood vessels to contract and challenging heart and lung functions, while thoughts congealed like solid ice.
Farosa's vision was expansive, and she saw a group of people gathered at the mountain top, all dressed in white robes and hooded, performing a ritual around a hazy ice statue.
Those people were devout, their postures stiff, resembling small ice sculptures surrounding a gigantic ice statue; from a distance, they looked like a swarm of white dots, but Farosa could see clearly.
How annoying. Farosa felt strange. Another group devotedly believed in Elride, what was so good about ice and snow to them?
She was satisfied with her eyesight, despite being far away, she could still see clearly. Sometimes she couldn't adapt to her overly strong physiological abilities, seeing, hearing, and perceiving more than others.
