About ten meters away from Han Yu, a river flowed freely, its surface unfrozen and crystal clear, water rushing over smooth stones with a cheerful sound completely at odds with the frozen wilderness beyond.
Han Yu stared.
Then he looked down at himself.
He froze again.
"…Why is there no snow here?" he muttered slowly.
A second later, another thought hit him.
"…Why am I warm?"
The Harrow Mountains were freezing. He should have been shivering, teeth chattering, breath fogging the air.
Instead, he felt comfortably warm, almost cozy.
Suspicion crept in.
Han Yu lowered his gaze further.
His eyes widened.
"…Wait."
He looked again.
"…Wait."
He slapped his chest.
Bare skin.
He looked down fully.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing... Well other than his little dragon, nothing.
The silence shattered.
"WHY AM I NAKED!?"
