Day 174 of the Wasteland Calendar.
Only ten days remained until the final mission deadline for the Gold Fate Card.
The temperature in Greenwood World had fallen even lower than before.
Minus 101 degrees Celsius.
It had surpassed the previous record low.
Yet nothing had changed.
This world remained deathly silent and barren.
It was a world sealed in ice.
Suddenly, the sky began to tremble.
Immense energy shattered the ice crystals suspended in the air, and a spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.
More than a dozen beings radiated terrifying power.
Wreathed in flames, ice, lightning, starlight, iridescent clouds, blood energy, and mist, they emerged from the spatial rift.
As the energy dissipated, their true forms were revealed.
They surveyed this frozen world, their powerful spiritual might making space itself tremble faintly.
But an even loftier power descended, and space slowly stabilized.
These were the members of the Transdimensional Council hunting the Everfrost Tyrant.
"That's right. This world reeks of that fellow. With temperatures this abnormal, it must be his lair," the Frost Demon King declared confidently.
Everyone turned to the Star Disciple.
The pendulum in the Star Disciple's hand swung, and starlight spilled from the sky, weaving itself into a ribbon that drifted into the distance.
"There's something unusual over there!"
"Hurry. Our time is limited."
Each employed their own methods, transforming into flames, ice, starlight, blood... They crossed thousands of kilometers and appeared above the Terra Continent, only for their expressions to change abruptly.
Here, they sensed an aura that did not belong to ice.
It was an aura of corruption, rife with pollution and madness.
"This is..." One Transdimensional Tier being was about to speak.
The Bloodthirsty Grand Duke's expression suddenly changed dramatically.
"Be careful. This must be an accomplice of the Everfrost Tyrant. That fellow