27 Despair's Embrace.

Three days passed by in the blink of an eye.

Chilling winds of darkness continously assaulted the body of the World Evolvers.

A landscape of icy desolation stretched as far as the eyes could see. Endless plains of ice and snow spread out beneath a leaden sky, where jagged peaks of frost- covered rocks, jut out ominously from the frozen earth.

Within this seemingly desolate expanse, spectral blizzards that glittered with dark green glow raged without mercy...seemingly trying to swallow all who dare to venture too far from the safety of shelther.

The group of World Evolvers who only amounted to nine...a small and pitiful amount compared to their previous amount.

With each passing moment...every step they took on the frozen earth, brought about the manifestation of a dreadful feeling...an unspeakable feeling of impending doom settles over them like a suffocating shroud.