As the surroundings gradually brightened, Lanci's vision was filled with light.
He found himself in a cold iron prison, feeling the icy wind seeping in through countless unknown crevices, carrying a bone-piercing cold.
Each breath felt like swallowing hail, as if his lungs were frozen solid.
"It's too cold..."
Lanci's words came out with a mist.
In fact, he had never challenged this Artificial Shadow World, because he had very little experience with the Shadow World itself.
Including two entrance exams and the actual Shadow World, there had only been four times in total.
His gaze swept around the room, seeing a thick layer of frost condensed on the rough walls. In the corner of the wall, a heavy shackle was linked to his wrist by an iron chain.