The farther they went, the more obvious the traces left behind by that earth-shattering magical explosion became.
In the gray, hazy world, the sun, moon, and stars were still nowhere to be seen. Instead, they were shrouded in increasingly dense, rolling, writhing miasma, making it extremely difficult to see more than a few hundred meters ahead.
Yet amid the miasma floated countless specks of multicolored light, like glittering snowflakes.
These "snowflakes" condensed from magical power were anything but as harmless as real snowflakes.
Meng Chao saw with his own eyes how, when "Jackal" Kanus tossed a small pebble into a patch of crimson "snowflakes," the "snowflakes" suddenly burst apart and transformed into a blazing Great Fireball more than three to five meters across. The temperature at the fireball's core was so high that it instantly burned the pebble into magma.
When Meng Chao secretly held another pebble in his palm and shot it at a patch of dark-blue "snowflakes," striking the target dead on, the "snowflakes" burst apart. The blue area instantly expanded to three to five meters across, and everything touched by the blue light, including the pebble, was frozen solid. When the frozen pebble hit the ground, it gave a crisp crack and shattered into powder.
This showed just how terrifyingly low the temperature in that area was.
Had the two of them not continually used pebbles to scout the way and advanced step by step like troops in a fortified camp, but simply blundered ahead carelessly, who knew how much suffering they would have endured amid those dazzling, exquisite "snowflakes."
The Wolf King told Meng Chao that these "snowflakes" were "gifts" formed from the aftershocks of the magical explosion three thousand years ago, carefully packaged by the mages.
They were also the Holy Light Army's final line