“At one point, the Facade Republic was once at risk of being turned into a giant gate. Imagine that! Our entire island!”0

The president of Facade was giving a speech on the news. His words traveled to his people, who had once been evacuated from the island and were now scattered across the world.0

“But people of Facade! You may now rest easy. Our Ice Age is over!”1

As this speech implied, as soon as the follower of Itarim was destroyed, the countless gates that covered the island like holes in Swiss cheese began to rapidly close. The terrible cold that once flowed out of them dissipated, and the field-type dungeon’s area of influence, drenched with mana, diminished rapidly.0

“Our Ice Age is over!”3

The president was right. Facade was now safe to return to.0

This didn’t mean all the gates were closed, however. One gate to the Glacier Dungeon remained open even after the dimensional instability subsided. Closing it required the dungeon’s magic beasts to be cleared out, but because Suho had recently bought the exclusive rights to it, nobody would be able to enter without his approval. In other words, the Glacier Dungeon would become an autonomous region controlled by the...0