The endless Pale Icefield.
Only the unreachable ice mountains stood in the distance.
This is a world of white.
"This damn place feels even more desolate than the sea." Bobo stood on the Alchemy Sled.
He couldn't help but say while looking at the ever-unchanging icefield.
Too flat, both flat and white, it makes one feel anxious, only the snow slopes sliding past from time to time give them a sense of moving forward.
Only the biting cold wind cutting the skin can make them feel they are advancing at extreme speed.
"Can you feel it?" Kana suddenly asked.
"What?" Bugreit, the one being asked, replied in confusion.
"I meant the Treasury."
"Of course not, I only vaguely sensed something. How can we find it in such a vast damn place?"
After saying this, Bugreit suddenly froze.
"Damn, you don't actually know the exact location, do you?"
Kana laughed awkwardly.
