The mist wasn’t white.
It was an extremely faint pale gold, carrying the slightest trace of warmth—a sharp contrast to the killing cold surrounding it.
The moment Jared stepped into the maze of pillars, he felt the gale weaken.
That pale golden mist was blocking it.
The deeper he went, the weaker the wind became—
until it vanished completely.
His steps slowed.
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