Deluo, surprised, touched the Mage's skin but didn't feel any unusual heat. Lynch's skin felt just like a regular person's, not hot to the touch. Nimo grabbed another handful of snow, wanting to place it on Lynch's forehead, but like the frost before, the snow dissipated before it made contact.
The Dwarf took a handful of snow and rubbed it on his own face. He clearly felt the sensation of cold snowflakes hanging on his face, and the snow didn't disappear.
Deluo couldn't understand what was happening and was unwilling to burden himself with pondering such a mysterious event. Since the snow would melt, there must still be a high level of heat accumulating in Lynch's body. So, he lifted the Mage's body and walked deeper into the icy tunnel.
Lynch finally climbed to the top of the hill. He straightened his back, exhaled softly, and rubbed his sore muscles.
