Gah. Maintenance? Feint had found this game to be strangely addictive. His first week was spent in dungeons once he had figured out how the Chaos Gate system worked, and he had finally started to optimize what he was building to. Of course, there was the alternative Twilight server... but the Wavemaster wasn't so sure that he would retain the experience he gained. He didn't want to waste his time, and he equated the Twilight server to a private server. Why would he even bother?

He still logged in, of course.

In the real world, Feint had seen snow. He had been snowboarding and the likes. He had even built a snowman. But game-wise, Feint found snow to be more of a rarity. Sure, it existed in the likes of single player games, but it was not often found in the larger MMOs. Maybe that was more of a memory problem than anything. But the snow fell steadily in this area, enough that made Feint move around or risk being eventually covered in it. He let out a warm breath and shoved his hands under his arms. In his right hand was his weapon, his fairytale tome that contained all of his magic.

It was creepily quiet in the white area. Enough to make Feint look over his shoulder every couple steps as if he was being watched. He realized that his black and red outfit made him stick out like a sore thumb. It wouldn't matter, he wasn't expecting to find any people. Most would be uninterested in playing on a server that seemed to only be an appetizer to the main course. There was not even a root town in this damn place.

Feint was not lucky enough to see the shadow for he was trudging through the snow from the other direction. However, he, as well, did spot a figure through the blinding snow. A figure that looked to be much larger than it was... so Feint ruled out that it couldn't be a human. Maybe a monster, but he could not target it. He readied his book in his hand and tried to squint through the terrible conditions that infected this area. His teeth chattered lightly against the cold. Not before long, he touched the surface of the tower that rose into the sky. A frozen tower nonetheless. Haha. Let it be.

"This is odd..." Feint quietly mumbled to himself. He had been in a few fields before this one, but all of their dungeons had been beneath the surface. His breath fogged the ice as he stepped back and raised his head to look at the structure. The top wasn't even in his field of vision, resulting him in scoffing at himself. Seek refuge? He might as well. He began to circle the tower as well, seeking a way in. Oblivious to the fact that this structure may have visitors, or, even worse, residents.