[Eleven thirty at night.]
[Time remaining until world reset: thirty minutes.]
...
A red figure walks across the ice field.
Various ornaments dangle from him... a pack on his chest, a Seven-Colored Divinity in his pocket, a cat-eared book pendant at his waist, a beautiful red flower on his shoulder, a blue-red earring by his ear...
Light red, dark red, bright red... the original color of the clothes can no longer be seen. Some bloodstains are fresh, some have long coagulated.
Like a struggling pilgrim, he stumbles forward, leaving a sparse trail of blood drops.
The wind and snow have frozen his eyebrows, and the mottled ice color climbs up his cracked cheeks, forming fish-scale-like ice particles.
Like a withered autumn leaf, he almost falls several times, yet manages to hold himself steady.
The Ring of Time on his fingers gains a new name.
...
[Ring of Time (Gold Level, lv.17)]
