It was the end of May in the year 1129, when the summer evenings were windy and sleety.

"D-damn. G-gonna f-freeze to death!"

Shivering, Caron ran past Toad Rock and into a nearby cave. As soon as he entered the cave, the snow on his black hair melted, making it wet. He swept his hair back and threw off his coat. At night, the temperature dropped sharply. If he wore a wet coat, he could freeze to death, despite his strong body.

"Damn just my luck. It’s almost summer, but it's snowing and crap."

It was a high-altitude, mountainous area with severe climate variability, so the temperature sometimes dropped to below zero at night. Still, it was quite rare to have snow at this time. Caron picked up some branches near the cave, piled them up, took flint out of his bag, and tried to start a flame. However, only acrid smoke rose from the wet branch. After continuing his useless efforts for a while, he eventually clicked his tongue and resorted to holding each branch and injecting mana into them to remove the moisture.

"Tch! Even though I need to save my mana in the forest…"

Without a magic potion that restored...