Chapter 66: The Abyss of Despair - Two

Even as the cold wave subsides, few are inclined to venture into the streets. Accumulated snow, biting cold, desolation, and depression... these will persist for a considerable duration, a more severe aftermath brought about by the cold wave itself.

Yet, no matter how dire the consequences, they pale in comparison to the finality of death.

In these desolate, pallid streets, a lone figure trudges through the snow.

Her eyes are devoid of light, her complexion ashen, her expression nebulous, resembling a... a mere puppet that knows only to walk.

Seraphina witnesses more death.

All stemming from her own.

The scattered ice sculptures silently narrate their experiences of pure despair.

Why did they abandon the warmth of their coal-lit homes? Why did they walk towards the cold, merciless embrace of death?

Because they had no choice.