As the pegasus drew closer,
Ma Lou finally saw the full expanse of this immense capital through the semitransparent barrier.
Beneath that deep-blue dome that blotted out the sky lay a dazzling sweep of pure white.
Hundreds upon thousands of sharp spires pierced the wind and snow like inverted longswords, pointing toward the heavens with an almost arrogant bearing.
Magnificent castles rose in orderly tiers along the mountain slopes, finally converging at the highest point of the city-
There stood a majestic temple built entirely from pure white megastone.
The temple radiated an overwhelming, epic sense of pressure.
Even from so far away, Ma Lou could feel its supreme divine might, powerful enough to freeze every living creature in the world!
Ma Lou sat dumbly on horseback, letting the cold wind rake his cheeks, his mouth hanging open and his mind utterly blank.
This was the holy land of those who worshipped the "Lord of Winter and Contracts."
The Super City-State of the Wasteland-Winterhold!
"Gulp..."
Ma Lou stared fixedly at the enormous white city gleaming in the sunlight and swallowed hard.
Only at this moment
did his arrogant heart, which had always considered himself second only to heaven as a member of the Fourth Catastrophe, truly feel a trace of something called "awe."
"Is... is this seriously a map players can access at this stage?"
Ma Lou sat dumbly on horseback, unable even to move his eyes.
He recalled all the plans they had discussed in the group chat.
Over the past two days, some people in the group had even fantasized about taking advantage of this opportunity to fleece Winterhold.
The instant he saw the city, Ma Lou suddenly felt that their whole bunch of players were lunatics with absolutely no concept of death!
It was as ridiculous as