WHITEOUT- ON THE VERGE OF DEATH
[The Fourth Trial] [Second Stage]
"Your hand... How?" Fiona was shocked to see the frostbites on Lucas's hand healing on its own.
[Wooosh] A gust of freezing wind rushed out from the other side of the yellow veil, sweeping throughout the forest.
"Frost Domain, shit," Lucas blinked in front of Fiona, shielding her from the chilling energy. Mist covered the entire world, obstructing clear vision.
Snow began to fall from the frozen sky, and the nearby trees around the dimensional gate were frozen solid.
"Go, go... This bastard is strong. We have to improvise our plan," Lucas yelled and began to run towards the campsite, taking Fiona over his shoulder.
"Oooh, hey, what are you doing? Put me down," Fiona was surprised by Lucas's behavior. She noticed a concerned look on Lucas's face. And, on top of that, he was carrying her on his shoulder.