Ice Age Gallery (3)

“Is it morning already?”

It had been a week since the kind of cold that felt capable of tearing one's flesh had arrived.

The bitter cold that descended on Phron made no distinction between inside and outside.

Hundreds had already frozen to death, but at least Dave wasn't among them.

“Was it called a heat pack? The more I look at it, the stranger it is.”

It was all thanks to the heat pack he had activated beneath his blankets.

At first, he had wondered whether something so tiny could really produce heat.

But he soon came to understand the villagers, who worshipped anything from the Marketplace without question.

He couldn't feel the cold.

No, if anything, he was even warm...