The interior of the crystal palace was like an entirely separate world, one forged from endless, frozen ice. Everything shimmered with a cold, lifeless beauty, as if time itself had been sealed away within layers of frost. Aside from the already overwhelming pressure, which had become even more domineering upon entering, the frigid aura permeating this place was even more shocking and merciless.
In just a few breaths, Grey's body nearly froze into a rigid ice sculpture. A biting chill seeped into his bones, threatening to halt even the flow of his blood. Frost rapidly crept across his skin, and he could feel his movements slowing, as though the cold itself sought to claim him.
He was forced to immediately circulate the power of his Spirit Perforations to resist the encroaching frost.
