The first sensation I felt was cold.

Cold that pierced through my entire body.

If even a body accustomed to the fiery arts feels this level of chill, just how cold could it be?

“Ssss.”

As I let out a short breath, a puff of mist escaped my lips. Seeing that, I immediately slapped my cheek.

Smack!

It was a sharp, stinging slap.

“It hurts.”

It hurt enough to confirm that my senses were functioning properly. I slowly started to take stock of my surroundings.

“Hm.”

I raised my senses and focused, but nothing stood out. All I could see …