Third Person's POV
Not a single tree or a blade of grass could be seen; only endless white.
A pale celestial body hung high above the heavens, its dim light barely managing to pierce the suffocating cloud cover that permanently shrouded this forgotten world.
The entire realm felt ancient, silent, and lifeless.
The serenity, however, lasted only an instant.
Across the frozen plains, dozens of spatial tears suddenly appeared one after another.
Small whirlpools of distorted space silently opened at once, before scattering people throughout the endless snowfields.
Each vortex was separated by a fixed distance, like a formation, almost as though some unseen force had deliberately arranged where every newcomer would arrive.
Naturally, none of those entering the Glaciem Ice Abyss had any way of knowing that.
One of those spatial rifts opened high above a snow-covered plain, and a violet-haired young man fell through it.
