The ultralow-temperature curtain pressed down like a frozen ocean. It was not the wind; space itself was congealing and crystallizing. Enveloped by the Deep Chill Field cast by the Frostbone Cult's Purge-Eater, the temperature plunged off a cliff toward the absolute zero abyss of the universe. That suffocating chill was no longer a superficial coldness of the air; it permeated every crevice of existence, freezing molecular motion and stalling the flow of energy. The water vapor from his breath instantly froze inside his visor into fine frost needles that pierced his mouth and nose. Metal—all exposed metal structures—emitted a low, continuous, twisted groan like a billion rusted gears being forcefully jammed. It was a lament at the atomic level, the violent release of internal stress as the lattice structure approached its thermal limit.
The Old Welder's field of vision was instantly swallowed by a heavy ice-blue halo and the frost filled with freezing vapor. The impact of the massive cold current slammed like an invisible ice hammer against his body and heavy exoskeleton. The joint hydraulic oil instantly gelled, and the pipelines emitted an unbearable creaking sound. The thermal shield covering his body went completely dead the moment it touched the external freezing cold, and the temperature values on the detector plummeted toward the bottom like an avalanche. Cold. Absolute cold. It not only froze the body's surface, but began to soak deep into the marrow of his bones.
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Chapter 64