The Silver Moon Knights and the witches in the tribe shivered in unison.
The flame of the bonfire flickered, casting anxious shadows.
That kind of sinister cold seeped into their bones, as if it could freeze their limbs and blood.
"Why...why has it become so cold!" exclaimed one Silver Moon Knight.
Though the temperature on the snow plain does fluctuate between day and night, it never changes so abruptly.
"This phenomenon must be caused by mana...some extremely powerful cold magic," whispered the Saya Witch.
A young knight asked, "Does this have anything to do with the Frost Witch?"
The assistant captain and Laisa's task tonight was to awaken the Frost Witch; her revival might cause such a situation, as each Seat Witch contains powerful energy within.
Though the affected range was somewhat terrifying, without such formidable power, how else could they have traveled thousands of miles here?
"This power does not belong to Lady Valia!" asserted the witch.
