On the Line

Cold wind was blowing from the north as gentle snow whitened the sea of trees.

Aside from the sound of the passing wind, there was only silence all over the snowy forest.

That was until a sudden sound of muffled metal clanging reverberated in the forest.

"Archie! Stop that!"

"I'm sorry, alright! Even in this form, I can still feel chill."

Underneath thick layers of snow-white coats, Archie and Charles were standing and sitting on tree branches while camouflaging. Due to the thick layer of snow everywhere, their coats were able to make them seem like piles of snow on tree branches.

"I thought you already gave up your Wind Magic. How can you still feel cold?"

"That's not how that works, alright. I didn't lose it, I simply decided to stop practicing it and focus on Angel traits instead. Like that War Angel Red fought before."