The Devil's Rebirth System

Chapter 142: Through the Frostlands

By the third morning, the color had all but vanished from the world.

The grass lay brittle under a thin sheet of frost. The wind had teeth, sharp and dry, carrying the scent of iron. Even the sun seemed to hesitate behind a veil of gray, its warmth filtered and faint.

Mira adjusted her cloak and rode ahead of the caravan, eyes sweeping across the frozen expanse. The land ahead stretched endlessly — hills of pale stone and frost-bitten trees, their branches clawing at the sky. It was beautiful in a broken way, like a memory of life that refused to die.

Behind her, Riven rode in silence, his expression unreadable. He’d been that way since the chapel — quieter, more watchful, as if part of him was still listening to the echo of that shadow’s voice.

“Cold enough to freeze your bones,” Mira muttered, mostly to herself.

Riven gave a faint smile. “Only if you still have bones left to freeze.”

Mira shot him a look. “Was that supposed to be comforting?”

He shrugged. “Just realistic.”

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