Thaumaturgy: False Immortality

The gale came too suddenly. Unable to dodge in time, Shade watched helplessly as black snowflakes flew toward his face. He tried to raise a hand to cover it, but it was already too late.

At that moment, time seemed to slow. He could even clearly see the crystalline structure of the black snowflake that was about to enter his eye.

Time continued to flow normally. Struck by the black snow, Shade fell stiffly backward onto the ground, leaving a huge human-shaped imprint on the pitch-black Snow Surface.

Everything seemed to be drifting away from him. The snow-filled sky was so vast, so empty. In that moment, he thought of many things, many people, yet when it came to himself, he...

Lying in the snow would make him catch a cold.

The whisper gently reminded him.

Thus, Shade, who had been knocked down by the Gale, pushed himself up from the ground. His gloved hands brushed the black snow from his body, and then he bent forward and walked against the wind toward the distant firelight:

"That really scared me just now."

The wind continued to howl, and snowflakes swirled past him as though traveling alongside him. The black snow was filthy yet strangely brilliant, but Shade could feel with profound clarity just how terrifying these snowflakes, seemingly drifting from True Death itself, truly were.

"Fortunately, for someone like me who has truly died once, this death is far too false."

Strange black spiritual radiance gathered from all around. Because he had once touched death, the immortal Shade vaguely understood something amid the falling black snow:

"False Immortality exists because True Death exists."

Black snow symbolized all Termination. These messengers that lead to Final Death walked alongside you now. Outlander, they regarded you as one of their own, for the