One second, they had been in the warmth of spring; the next, they stepped into the bitter cold of winter. The sheer contrast left them marveling
that this surely could not have formed naturally. Only a god could have created such a bizarre yet balanced landscape.
In stark contrast to Kuta and his companions, Bada's group shed their earlier caution as soon as they entered Winter Island.
Instead, they grew lively and excited.
They seemed less like people entering the dead silence of winter and more like people stepping into a spring full of hope.
Even the light in their eyes had changed.
Sensing the change in Bada's group, Kuta and the others asked no questions. They merely pulled their clothes tighter and followed Bada, trudging swiftly through the thick snow toward the island's interior.
Everything lay dormant on this silent winter island. With nothing but their own footsteps breaking the stillness, they all felt as though they were on an adventure.
As they ventured deeper and crossed a small rise, the view suddenly opened up.
Faced with an empty plain, everyone turned to Bada.
A red gleam flashed through Kuta's eyes, but he detected no presence.
He turned to Bada and smiled. "Bada, did you bring us here for a feast? Some snowy-mountain hot pot?"
"Huh? There's such a thing as snowy-mountain hot pot?"
Ahua froze, then pushed up his glasses and said excitedly, "Why didn't I think of that? All this endless snow is the perfect refrigerator and water supply!"
"Eating hot pot in the snow must be amazing!"
"Oh..."
A-Luo kept his left hand in his trouser pocket and smoothed his hair with his right. The wind was rather strong and had messed up his punk hairstyle.
"No wonder you wanted so much food, Bada!"
"So we're