The world was cloaked in a storm of white. The gusting wind rose like a shroud of pure snow, draping the sky in a curtain that blotted out the heavens. Snowflakes, heavy with their weight, pressed down upon the earth. The air was fierce and biting. Over the frozen, muddied ground, a relentless snowstorm howled, scattering dry, icy shards across the barren landscape.0

“... It’s cold.”0

“It’s okay, Leo… Just a little further now…”0

In the Northern Region’s mountain range, Ganesha ascended with caution, the faint voices of children trailing behind her, scattered like leaves before the relentless wind.0

With Rohan, Dozmu, and the other members of the adventurer team dispatched on separate missions, the journey had become perilously precarious. The untamed snowstorm howled through the craggy peaks, a relentless force of nature, capable of claiming lives in an instant.2

"Everyone, let’s take a break here for now,” Ganesha said.0

“... Eh?”0

“Come here now, quickly!”0

Ganesha gathered the staggering children into her arms, shielding them as she checked the temperature. Negative 27.4 degrees Fahrenheit. The bitter cold, laced with mana that swept through the snowstorm, was a force that truly lived up to its name—the Tempest of Frost.5

This was no ordinary chill, but a magical and merciless...0