Max slowly looked around, his senses immediately kicking into high alert as his Three Dimensional Body allowed him to absorb every detail of his surroundings at once. He had been transported to what could only be described as a frosty, desolate world—one where the very air crackled with icy energy.
Everything around him shimmered in pale shades of blue and white. The jagged mountains in the distance were glazed with thick sheets of frost, the ground beneath his feet was slick with a thin layer of frozen mist, and even the air itself carried a biting chill that clawed at his skin.
It was a frozen battlefield where even the silence seemed sharp. Across from him stood his opponent—a man who, at first glance, appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. But it was the grotesque detail of his face that made Max narrow his eyes.
