Chapter 143: Mystic Ice Formation

The pavilions and lofts he had expected at Drafly Manor had vanished. In their place stretched a boundless world of ice and snow. Underfoot lay a slab of impossibly thick mystic ice. Cold surged up through his soles like a living thing. Even with inner force warding his body, Asher Jauncy shivered on instinct. There were no sun, moon, or stars above-only a ceiling of leaden cloud pressing low as goose-feather snow sifted down. Every flake carried a knife's edge of chill. When they kissed exposed...