Upon the vast expanse of white-frosted tundra, the biting wind howled like blades, whipping up fine ice crystals that gleamed with blinding light beneath the sun.
This boundless ice field seemed eternal and unchanging, with only the occasional blizzard draping it in a fresh mantle of silver.
Whether due to natural geological shifts or the effects of some later external force, a vast and intricate labyrinth had formed beneath this frozen land.
Countless enormous ice pillars stood like natural beams, supporting one deep, shadowy cavern after another.
The surfaces of the pillars were covered in strange patterns, as though recording the traces of passing ages.
Many Pokémon adapted to extreme conditions lived within these ice caves. They multiplied and thrived in this kingdom of snow and ice, forming a unique ecosystem.
The vision Luo Mu received had this place as its backdrop, though he had no idea whether it depicted something happening in the present, the past, or the future.
Within a relatively spacious ice cave, a gray Demon Fox threw back its head and let out a mournful screech.
Its cry bounced repeatedly between the ice walls, producing an eerie echo. Its white-and-red mane writhed madly as if it were alive.
Behind it, a smaller fox cub trembled as it curled up in a corner. The Demon Fox used its own body to form a shield around the young one.
Tears filled the little fox's eyes, its tiny claws clutching tightly at the Demon Fox's fur as though it were its only support in the depths of despair.
The icicles hanging from the cave ceiling trembled faintly in response to the Demon Fox's cries. Fine ice chips drifted down like snowflakes, glimmering with a sorrowful light in the dimness.
Within the red-shadowed sockets of the Demon Fox's eyes, its