Mare - Nimble

The  ice  and  snow  whirled  around  by  the  storm  wind  caused  a  raging whiteout. The accumulating snow covered up his tracks.

The  weather  was  meant  to  waylay  invaders,  but  during  peaceful  times,  it often wasn’t this fierce. Usually a light dusting of snowflakes fell from the dark clouds; even if it was a gloomy world, one’s view wasn’t obstructed.

“Umm...” Mare darted his eyes around. He’d used his Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown to teleport, so he had to be in the vicinity of his destination.

Finding  his  way,  Mare  proceeded  with  nimble  movements.  He  didn’t  leave footsteps on the snow. He didn’t sink—it was almost as if he were walking on solid land.

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Volume 8, Story 2.1