Cold Wasteland

Voldemort believed he had kept everything secret, never realizing he had merely been following Tierra's script.

After passing through the rugged cave, Voldemort arrived at the Cold Wasteland.

It was an endless plain blanketed in ice, snow, and pale bluish-white strange rocks.

Standing at the cave entrance and gazing into the distance, Voldemort could see only land that rose and fell gently like the surface of the sea, yet lay utterly silent.

The biting wind swept violently back and forth over the Cold Wasteland like a roaring tyrannosaur, whipping up clouds of fine dust and ice chips.

Quite a few of them blew into Voldemort's exposed slit-like nostrils, unhindered by any nose, making him cough violently. He had no choice but to wave his wand and cast a Bubblehead Charm on himself, which made him feel somewhat better.

Even Voldemort could not help but feel small and powerless before such a vast, boundless frozen plain.

But the feeling was like a ripple cast into a lake, vanishing from Voldemort's heart in an instant. He paused at the cave entrance only briefly before shaking himself free of the desolation. Judging his direction by the blazing sun above and the salty tang mixed into the gale, he took to the air and flew toward his chosen course.

The Cold Wasteland was an endless expanse of white. Because fierce winds lingered above it all year round, even the occasional mountains and giant boulders were unreliable landmarks. Apart from the sun and the moon, larger and rounder than it appeared from Earth, there was almost no way to determine one's direction.

What Voldemort needed to do now was find the border of the Cold Wasteland and reach the coast. According to the records within the Department of Mysteries and Tierra's Godhood Notes, humans and