บท 380: Natives of the Frozen Lands

In the frozen lands, assaulted by winter storms on a daily bases, life had found a way to sprout even on those harsh lands.

"Haah~Haah~, Shit." A girl in early 16 voice cursed

Where survival is everything, whoever strong a being is in that residences these lands.

"Why did those savages come here!? "* Bang, the sound of a wooden door violently closing

Of course, they are always exceptions to such things.

Some beings will naturally adapt to face the ways of those harsh lands. And corpses of the weak ones might rise once more with no concern for the condition of the frozen land, albeit with the mana levels of the air having been attuned to an ice/cold elemental, those that raise from the death are merely but mindless skeletons. And even their creation was a rarety on its own here.