Eventually, Sunny climbed out of the sleeping niche and went about the business of managing the caravan. They had made it far into the mountains and were already moving north, toward their true goal.
The blizzard was still raging, reducing visibility to almost zero. The landscape was as grim and foreboding as ever.
Surrounding areas needed to be scouted, maps needed to be updated, reports needed to be received, and a hundred other things demanded his attention.
Before getting down to it, Sunny spared a few moments to stare at the grey fabric and lusterless black leather of the Puppeteer's Shroud.
Who could have thought that he would be reduced to seriously using it again, after all that time?
'It sure is much more comfortable than walking around in a full plate of steel armor. Ah, the old me had it good...'
Actually, not really.
Sunny was ready to climb to the roof of the Rhino when he noticed Beth staring at him with a strange expression. He lingered for a moment.
"What?"
She blinked a couple of times, then pulled her gaze away.
"No, no... nothing..."
Sunny frowned.
"Just say it, will you?"
Beth remained silent for a second, then asked hesitantly:
"Are you... uh... are you wearing makeup?"
This time, it was his turn to stare.
"...What? No! Why would you think that?"
The young woman gave him a dubious look and shook her head.
"You just look a little different, that's all."
Sunny grinned.
"Oh. I naturally have the complexion of a marble statue, no makeup involved. Didn't you know?"
Beth turned away with a sigh and mumbled under her nose:
"Damned Awakened... how is this fair?"
Suppressing a chuckle, Sunny dissipated into the shadows and appeared on top of the Rhino, sighing as the bone-chilling wind smashed into his chest.
Surprisingly, though... he was not that cold. His passive resistance to the elements was already making itself known.
Without wasting any time, Sunny made himself heavier for better stability, summoned the Memory of Ice, and wrapped the shadow he kept with himself around his body, simultaneously circulating essence to double the enhancement granted to the charm.
A couple of seconds later, he felt even more comfortable. Sunny still sensed a slight chill, but it was in no way bothersome. Additionally, the winds were powerless against him. It was as if Sunny had turned into a small cliff.
Huh.
Summoning Morgan's Warbow, he sat down on the roof and closed his eyes.
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