The Flying Horse Fairy Beast flapped its massive wings and slowly descended onto an endless expanse of snowfield.
The weather here was bitterly cold, surrounded by gusts of snow and wind. The rolling hills stretched out endlessly, each one coated with thick layers of white frost.
"Achoo!"
Upon landing, Basil Jaak jumped off the Flying Horse Fairy Beast and couldn't help but sneeze. He hurriedly fumbled through his spatial pouch to fish out a piece of clothing and threw it over himself.
"Aren't you cold?"
Basil Jaak glanced at Bertha, who seemed completely unfazed by the weather. Her thin garments didn't offer much warmth, yet she appeared unaffected by the chill. He couldn't help but feel baffled.
