Meanwhile.
Lin En ended his call with Firstborn and looked uncertainly toward the vast, snow-covered mountains in the distance.
In those few short minutes, the blizzard that had only been visible far away had already blotted out half the sky. The howling wind sliced through the air like knives, and the entire sky flickered between light and darkness amid the surging storm.
"The Eighth Layer?"
Lin En pondered.
But he was not surprised.
Given the reality collapse caused by the combined weight of the Lord of Crimson and himself, falling into the domain of the Eighth Layer was not particularly unexpected.
But... was this guy really that badass?
He could pinpoint my location just by taking one look at my surroundings? And even knowing this was the Eighth Layer, he still dared to come pick me up? Was he just that reckless, or was he genuinely powerful? Could he actually come and go from the Eighth Layer as he pleased?
Lin En hesitated.
And hadn't he agreed a little too quickly?
But that was not the most important thing right now. What mattered was...
"What danger was he talking about?"
Lin En looked up.
He looked toward the distant mountains again. The rolling blizzard had already grown enormous, and the fierce winds whipped his long hair about. Vaguely, it seemed as though a massive eye of the storm was forming.
The temperature was indeed very low, and a storm was brewing.
But if it was just the weather...
It shouldn't pose that much of a threat, right?
He turned away, no longer watching what was happening over there, intending to find somewhere to shelter first. After all, if that guy really was coming to pick him up personally, he could wait a while. This damned place was...
Vmmm-
Almost the