After completing all preparations at the camp, Benjamin did not pause for even a moment.
He directly used the teleportation array within the camp and stepped into a vortex flickering with silvery-white runes.
Light and shadows shifted. When his vision cleared again, he was already inside a forward outpost established by the Wizard Legion in the Frost Dark Realm.
This forward outpost could also be considered one of the wizards' achievements over the past two years, representing how drastically the front lines between the two races had been pushed back.
The entire outpost was forged from high-strength special alloy and anti-magic runes. Completely sealed off, its surface was coated in thick frost, radiating an icy yet unyielding aura.
Inside, stable mana circuits maintained a pleasant temperature. The air was dry and warm, forming a stark contrast with the extreme cold outside.
Benjamin walked up to a heavy composite porthole. His gaze passed through layers of transparent crystal, and he saw a world of ice and snow completely different from the Blazing Sun Realm, yet equally extreme.
The lead-gray sky hung low, heavy and oppressive, like a frozen ice sheet.
Goose-feather snow fell without end, showing no sign of stopping as it continually blanketed the earth, dyeing it a pure white so pristine it sent chills through the heart.
In the distance stretched undulating glacier mountains, like majestic sculptures. Massive icicles hung upside down from the peaks, reflecting what little dim light the sky possessed and glimmering with a ghostly cold radiance.
Fine ice crystals filled the air, reducing visibility to almost nothing. The world seemed covered by a thick, blurry filter.
Whenever fierce winds swept through, they stirred up violent vortices of ice and snow. They spiraled irregularly, howling like specters, easily tearing apart a mortal's skin and freezing their