The cold was hostile to human life. It seemed the dungeon itself had consciousness, becoming the apex monster to compensate for its weaker dark inhabitants. Despite this, Daylan would craft nothing but a suit that offered both durability and comfort.
He crawled onward, cutting down dark creatures as they appeared. Even while trembling on the floor, he didn't need to waste much strength dispatching them, they were simply that weak.
He triggered Dark Spiral repeatedly, using it to regain his footing and escape the icy grip of the dungeon. Yet when all eight uses were exhausted, he found himself back at square one: eighteen long hours of enduring the freezing cold, forced once again into hiding.
This cycle persisted for four additional days until he finally completed a suitable outfit: shirt, waistcoat, and overcoat. The black shirt was fashioned from moisture-wicking merino wool fabric that settled gently on his skin.
