A faint woman's voice arose from the distance.
"Is the link still unable to be established?"
The gaze shifted slightly downward.
The one recording this video was a gaunt young man, clutching a communications device with his withered palm covered in a thin layer of frost; his skin was frozen to a ghastly pale, and a green vine was wrapped around his wrist, emanating a glowing green light.
It was precisely because of this green light.
That he could barely withstand the overwhelming snowstorm.
"Perhaps… we need… to open the gate wider…"
The young man took a deep breath.
He turned his head.
Looking in the direction where snow streamed without end... Behind him, where there had been nothing in sight, a portal had opened amidst the void, constructed of countless vines and strands of hair.
On either side of this portal, two figures sat, one on the left and one on the right, supporting the opening of the "gateway."
