Red Snow

The successive notifications surprised Shade even more. Verdant Blessing was probably power left behind by the Tree Father. It could not bear to see such dense death power on Shade, so it gave him a slight "cleansing."

And the insights into so many Spirit Runes afterward also showed just how powerful the Ancient Gods were. A simple blessing alone had nearly given Shade eight additional Spirit Runes.

"Did I lose out or come out ahead?"

He shook his head. Since the half hour was counted from the moment the door opened, he could not waste too much time. Feeling the surging, abundant Life Force within him, Shade stepped forward.

The White Fog dispersed, and the surrounding light immediately dimmed. As a frigid wind swept over him, Shade raised his head to look at the night above the valley, at the blood-red moon that seemed ready to fall at any moment.

It was neither a blizzard nor Black Snow carrying an instant-death curse. Drifting through the night now was crimson Red Snow. The ground had been completely dyed red, and goose-feather-sized red snowflakes continued to thicken the snow beneath his feet.

The blood-red night was silent and eerie. Even the most terrifying stories could not describe such a dreadful sight. No matter where he looked, he saw that glaring red, and there was even a faint smell of blood in the air.

This sight, enough to drive even a strong-willed ordinary person mad, was Red Snow, one of Silent Valley's four snowfall stages. In this weather, the valley would rarely enter night, and during that time, strange visitors would come calling. They might be Humanoid Relics, Evil Spirit Demons, or perhaps things even more terrifying.

"Other than the safest light snow, I've experienced every kind of weather here."

Red Snow itself