But they... can no longer manage it now.
A group on an expedition in the wild can hardly compare to the living conditions of those like Kael, who remain stationed in the city.
Silently, a large number of people had their lives permanently taken away by the cold in their sleep.
"Alright, the grand magic ritual [Eternal Frozen Soil] has been pushed to about its limit. Continuing further would harm the territory itself."
Kael glanced at the finished [Eternal Frozen Soil] grand magic ritual, observing the Shivas with their legs weakened, sitting on the ground drenched in fragrance sweat, instructing the maids of the Shadow Garden, who had been waiting for the ritual to end, to take care of them. He then ascended to the nearly completed top of the Mage Tower.
Gazing from the top of the Mage Tower, the sight of the distant horizon covered in a blood-red hue was a beautiful scene, his breath quickly dispersed by Lancaster's chilling wind.
