Chapter 71 - 71. The 6th Gate (1/2)

Already used to the way the teleportation worked, Mack removed his hand from the giant door and looked around.

As expected another plaque was a few steps of him.

But the odd part was the terrain, this time, was snow.

Mack had the battlesuit below his clothes so he didnt feel the low temperature to be straining, but the cold wind was still able to cut his skin when passing by his face.

Mack lowered the hood to protect his eyes and moved to the plaque.

#You may think that you are unique and special, but you are only a snowflake in the winter, and the sun can melt them all#

#become the sun#

Mack moved his gaze from the plaque and looked around, as far as he could see there was only snow.

”Indeed.. Unique as a snowflake, but as them, I am just one in the middle of so many”

'become the sun'

Mack thoughts run wild thinking of what his ancestor wished for him to accomplish in this gate.

'I bet this entire gate is just a long stretch of snow'

[You guessed right, you will only find snow here, nothing else]

'What is the temperature now?'

[ Its -89.2°C (-128.6°F) ]

'Damm cold. It feels like my soul is leaving my body when I breathe in here.'

[It will only get worst. This gate is designed to test your will but also your body resistance and your creativity]

'Do I receive any tips? Or there is a time limit or something?'

[The next gate is straight ahead. But even for your maximum speed it would take weeks to get there]

'I see. So I need to become the sun itself. otherwise i would not survive in this climate until i get there'

Mack thought about the charade, but it seemed pretty clear to him. He needed to devise a way to emit enought heat to get there.

But thinking again, none of the gates until now were simple. All of them had some hidden agenda.

In the last gate Mack lost his mind and went rampage but he knew he would not do something like that in normal times. He guessed that the last gate had some kind of neurotoxin somewhere that made him lost the last straw on his mind.

~sigh~

Mack puffed the heavy air that seemed to burn his lungs, looked to the sky but didn't saw a sun.

But thanks to his innate warlock ability to see in the dark he could see some white clouds and the snow falling.

As far as the eye could see there was only snow, nothing else.

His clothes had some resistance to cold and heat, but if he trusted what the Arcane said it would be a matter of time until he became a popsicle.

Right now the wind cuting his almost non exposed skin and the difficulty to breathe was what concerned him more.

Mack had almost his entire body covered with only the part close to the eyes exposed, and yeat, he wished to not open his eyes anymore. The mask purified the air but did not changed the temperature.