The moonlight filtering down onto Reverse Mountain was nothing short of mystical.
Each individual leaf, glowing in pastel tones, sparkled in the darkness.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the forest appeared to be made of jewels.

However, despite the enchanting scene, the sound around was eerily silent.
Even though it was winter, not a single insect could be heard.
The atmosphere of Reverse Mountain at midnight was so still that simply standing there made one feel a chill.

In the midst of this tranquil path, a woman calmly walked forward.
She suddenly stopped and, without a sound, glanced down at a hidden device buried in the ground, then spoke into the air.

“Odd, I thought it wasn’t that cold. Did you hide a device that prevents the temperature from dropping below a certain point? Fixers can be quite meticulous.”
“Had to. The creatures living in Reverse Mountain wouldn’t survive in extreme cold. We’ve gone through the trouble of creating a livable space for them, so it’d be a shame if they all froze to death.”

Remarkably, the woman, who had been murmuring to herself, was answered.
And then, from the darkness, emerged an elderly man with a daunting presence.

If anyone else had been nearby, they would have been startled by the sight.
The man before her was none other than Tempest, the dragon and one of the examiners for the third task.

He was a being considered to be the most powerful, someone who had once ruled over dozens of kingdoms and had been on par with emperors in his prime.
Even now, despite his aging, he remained a force to be reckoned with, an absolute master of magic.