The Extreme North Icefield, the world's end.
The wind is the sole ruler of this frozen wasteland.
As far as the eye can see, there is a pure, suffocating whiteness—the icefield stretches to the horizon, merging with the leaden gray sky.
This is the graveyard of elements, where nothing but wandering Cold Spirits exist, devoid of any other trace of life.
Yet, in this world of deathly silence, a group of Demons not native to this place survive through an ancient Underground City.
At this moment, on the icy surface, two figures are carrying a gigantic creature forward—a snow-white worm several meters long.
The two are clad in tough Armor made from Demon hides, tightly wrapped around their agile bodies.
Between the gaps in the armor plates, a faint blue glow flickers with their heavy breaths—a constant function of the Cold-Resistant Demon Pattern embedded in their flesh.
