The snow stopped melting as soon as it touched the ground. Winter had permanently settled over Evon and a thick white blanket covered the dirt paths of the Elven Village.
Eren stood near the northern barricade without shivering once. He was only wearing athletic shorts and a thin grey t-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest. His base stats passed to sixties so the deadly winter cold felt like a mild spring breeze to his skin now.
He kicked the frozen body of a dead slime into the bushes and looked around the quiet forest.
The last three days had been surprisingly calm and he was enjoying his new life immensely. He spent his early mornings clearing out the weak monsters that dared to wander close to the village barricades. Then he moved on to much better activities.
He remembered walking into the bakery early yesterday morning. The room was suffocatingly hot and smelled heavily of yeast and burning wood.
