Cold, very cold, extremely cold.
When the body was assimilated by glowing numbers, this was Richard's feeling, which continued to intensify.
It was as if he had taken off his clothes and placed himself on a polar ice plain; the endless chill kept attacking, making him feel like even his blood and soul were going to freeze.
Just when it was almost unbearable, his vision flickered, then brightened, and he appeared in a completely unfamiliar environment.
The body assimilated by glowing numbers was restored, and the clothes he wore were exactly the same, the only change being the environment.
Looking around, it was no longer the previous mountain top, but a plain.
Under the dark sky, snow was falling thickly on the plain, the depth almost reaching above the knees, causing the slightly eased cold to once again envelop Richard entirely.
