Chapter 113 Winter Gardens

• The sun returned without warmth.
• It rose each day now—fully visible, a pale disc suspended in a washed-out sky—but it offered no comfort. Its light spread thin and brittle across Talawan, illuminating ruins without easing the cold that clung to everything. Frost still veined the walls. Breath still fogged the air. The endless night had lifted, but winter had not loosened its grip.
• People called it the Solar Freeze.