"To think this place isn't even enough to let me, Lord Frost, recover. It looks like this world really wants me to die."
Nathan frowned. "Nothing else? How did his flesh disappear? The ice should preserve his body."
Xolotl focused on controlling the Memory of the Dead, searching for the trace.
"Hmm? The ice here is… alive?" Xolotl widened his eyes.
"Alive?" Nathan was shaken. "What do you mean?"
Xolotl showed the next image. After fast-forwarding for some time, this person suddenly appeared to be writing down something.
Nathan was a bit surprised. He took another look at the skeleton, but nothing could be seen.
"The ice was eating his flesh and even the book?" Nathan gasped.
"Yeah." Xolotl nodded. "Let me pull up the memory of the book."
Nathan came closer to this person and carefully examined what he had written.
"I am Shakula."
