Weed examined his condition and was relieved.
Alveron who survived the cold, had a smile on his face. Despite that, it wasn’t a good enough reason to ignore his cold.
He saw an odd shape on the ground.
Weed touched it by tapping it with his foot.
“What the hell is this?”
The ground was covered with a long thick mantle. It was the mantle he had not seen in awhile, but it had something baggy in it. It was in the shape of a human.
“I don’t think it’s a monster?”