>>5675480>assembling stationThe wind isn’t getting any warmer. Might as well go to that location before the cold completely envelopes it.
Cris and Zeal hold onto the crows as they fade to the relatively desolate hut.
>CHILL: 25 » 85 / 100%Warmth quickly evaporates from their faces. Against the bellowing wind, the many layers of fabrics that drape over the assembling station’s windows and entrances wail around relentlessly. Although the group manages to shove them aside and enter, their hands are growing numb.
Is this.. really the result of using those water cannons? If the cold is this bad from this distance, the people that were hit directly probably won’t be alive.After combing their way through the hut, they finally come across what they were looking for - shelves of completed books, some wrapped in cloth, and some stored in wooden cases.
《Perfect.》
Pouches and packets are unwrapped. While not particularly graceful due to the shivering, they nonetheless applied the acidic solutions onto the books and their covers. Normally, they would also apply the foul smelling mixtures, but the wind isn’t on their side right now ー it would give their position away too quickly.
What was once ink and soot elegantly carved onto palm leaves have now turned into an black undecipherable mess. They completed their mission. It’s time to leave.
『.. ugh.. h.. hhah..』
