Harsh, freezing winds raged through the vicinity, leaving several red marks on the party members’ faces.

Danesh gritted his teeth and grumbled, “Damn it! The soup we brought froze in the canteen!”

“Well, I guess we’ll be biting down on frozen soup for dinner. We could end up being toothless by tomorrow,” Swemer said.

Hawk shouted while trying to take his boots off, “I can’t feel my feet!”

“Damn it! How many times did I tell you to be careful of frostbite?!” Harpoon grumbled in annoyance while tearing a low-rank fire magic scroll. A long flame appeared from the scroll and surrounded Hawk’s feet. However, the flame did not last long, as the icy winds extinguished it.

Ramel squinted through half-frozen eyelids and said, “It feels as if all of that hot lava a few days ago was something I just dreamt up…”

The party was camping in the ice fields north of the underground. They had been delighted while preparing for this trip just a week before, looking forward to getting away from the blistering heat of the lava. However, reality had shattered their expectations the moment they crossed the boundary into the ice fields.

***

“The winds are crazy here!” Henrick shouted as loudly as he could, but even he found it difficult to hear his own voice because of the raging winds around them.

The boundary between the southern lava fields...