As soon as Leon exited the Dungeon, he noticed that all the mist had cleared up, and now the sun was shining brightly in the sky. However, despite the clear skies, the winds blowing around were still really cold and freezing, biting into his skin with every step he took.
'It's cold... Adaptive Body.' Leon thought as he activated the skill.
[Adjusting Host's Body Temprature]
In just a moment, Leon felt no more cold.
His boots crunched softly against the frozen ground beneath.
As he continued walking, Leon noticed a party of adventurers moving towards the forest with slow, heavy steps, their faces painted with sadness.
Leon instinctively maintained his distance from them, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention, but his sharp ears still managed to catch fragments of their conversation as they passed by.
"This is not good, man... If this kept going, we will lose the war," one of them said, his voice filled with despair.
