515. PRISON-ROOM

The skies darkened and the ambient temperature plunged. The wind blew violently and the terrains saw a white layer coating their top.

Noah soon began to run above white lands, and snow fell from the sky above him. The temperatures of those regions were deadly low. Only tier 3's could properly handle it. Anything less and would die too quickly.

Being of the ice affinity, Noah had no problem being there. Heck, he felt comfortable in that environment. The white surface gave things a new vibe. He had gained the type of power that would allow him to traverse various landscapes and environments.

If he could feel gladness, it would be overflowing in his heart.

Miles upon miles of frozen andy snowy land areas unfolded in his blank gaze. Noah studied the environment and even a bit of its beasts, but he mainly focused on sprinting across the skies in search of a floating island.