Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. So cold.
Once the sensation of cold disappeared, what remained was pure pain. A bitter pain overlaid with numbing pain. The numbness was terrifying in an emotional way. But I wasn’t the only one suffering.
When even this tangled pain began to dull, I found myself unable to breathe.
If I’d had a straw stuck in my mouth while frozen, I could’ve at least breathed properly. But I’m not that kind of meticulous guy.
I can endure the cold, the pain, and even the suffocating air—but when I felt my consciousness fading, I laughed inwardly.
Hehehe, hehehe, hehehe, hehehehehehehe, hehehe.
I laughed to keep a grip on my mind. I laughed at Baekya and Palnoya, who were frozen just like me.
