In the skies above the Gloomlight Mountains, massive floating icebergs were still drifting slowly.
After entering the Gloomlight Mountains, the expressions of all the wizards gradually grew solemn. Lasudelan was not far away now; battle could break out at any moment.
Sanders stood at the very front of the floating iceberg. Nearly all their top combatants were gathered there, including Monchi.
"Sanders." Kant had originally been standing on the other side, but now he had quietly slipped over. "My side's facing the wind. It's blown my nose red. Your side is much better."
Kant's nose was bright red. His already somewhat flat bridge now looked even more pronounced, making him resemble a shabby old fairy-tale brewer.
"You could activate your protection."
"Activating protection consumes too much energy." Kant sighed mournfully. "Other than the most basic mental barrier, I've withdrawn all my physical defenses. I shouldn't have chosen that side in the first place. If I catch a cold, that would be utterly humiliating."
In truth, maintaining physical defenses consumed very little energy. Kant had brought this entirely upon himself.
Sanders could not be bothered to comment on Kant's absurdities and merely smiled.
After taking refuge on Sanders' side and resting for a while, Kant finally asked in a low voice, "By the way, I keep forgetting to ask—where is Lord Rhein? Why didn't he come along?"
"Lord Rhein has his own choice to make. It is not my place to ask." Though Sanders said that, he was actually rather unclear on the real circumstances himself.
Borus was the dual-talented wizard of prophecy and soul whom Rhein had met on Sky Island.
Since Rhein had left Savage Cave for several days, and Savage Cave's situation was currently tense, there might be trouble without him as its mastermind. Thus, Rhein had sought