บท 171: Seeing Siara after nine months...

The temperature plummeted.

In an instant, the stifling heat of the war-torn city vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling cold that swept through the house like a wave. The shift was sudden and unnatural, the air itself becoming icy, almost suffocating.

The man's hand froze in mid-air. Both men's eyes widened in confusion, their breath visible in the sudden cold. Siara's own breath came out in short, ragged gasps as the frost crept over the room. It was as if winter itself had descended upon them in the blink of an eye.

The cold crept through the house like a predator, as the walls and floor slowly turned to ice, frost spreading in intricate patterns across every surface. The air grew heavy and biting, each breath visible in the sudden chill. Siara shivered, her breath catching in her throat as the change overcame the room.

"W..what's happening?!" one of the men stammered, his voice trembling as he scanned the room, panic seeping into his words.