The triple cold moon hung high in the night sky, and the desolate wind swept up fine sand, spinning and whizzing by, leaving only echoes behind. When the night wind ceased, the desert was always silent; if one listened carefully, they might even hear the sound of sand grains rolling down the dunes from afar. Compared to the Sighing Desert of the Yarran World, although this place was perennially shrouded in night, the temperature was not low, enough so that professionals, even only clothed in a single layer and equipped, would not feel cold. The mage girl found this especially strange. She had quietly discussed the reasons with Freya several times, but due to time constraints, they were unable to conduct enough investigative research on the environment. Consequently, they had no choice but to temporarily attribute the cause to the absence of disturbances from the Ice-attribute energy from the Perpetual Icefield.