The weather was unusually cold.
The temperature had already dropped to ten degrees below zero.
As a Fire Element Superpower User, Nina Jacobs didn’t feel the cold, despite wearing only a form-fitting black leather outfit.
A drone zipped past overhead, apparently still searching for something.
As the minutes ticked by, the drone finally flew away. From a previously empty patch of shadows, Nina Jacobs’s figure emerged.
The sound of coughing came again.
Nina Jacobs walked along the cold, stone-paved road, heading toward the sound.
A blasted slab of stone leaned precariously against the remains of a wall.
Beneath the slab was a dark, huddled shape.
Looking closer, the dark object appeared to be a drafty black plastic bag, and the coughing was coming from underneath it.
The person, or whatever it was, seemed to have noticed her too.
A pair of mismatched eyes watched her warily from the darkness, but the body huddled beneath the black plastic bag trembled nonstop.
’Not a Drakonian?’
Nina Jacobs stared at the dark figure for three seconds.
Finally, with a blank expression, she turned and walked away.
She remembered the path the drone had taken. It was unlikely to search the same areas twice, so she kept to a route that offered cover.
Nina Jacobs heard a faint sound following behind her but didn’t turn back.
"Please..."
It wasn’t until the plea, punctuated by coughs, reached her ears that Nina Jacobs finally stopped.
A smile touched her lips. ’Hook, line, and sinker.’
Nina Jacobs turned around and saw a thinly-clad girl.
The girl had brownish-blonde hair and looked about her age. Though she had a pair of beautiful green eyes, her lips and face were frostbitten. Beneath the black plastic bag, she was wearing only shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
"You speak Drakonian?" Nina Jacobs asked.
The girl, curled up on the ground, nodded and answered in a trembling voice:
"My mother is Drakonian. I didn’t move abroad until I was ten."
"Then what are you doing here?" Nina Jacobs asked after a moment of thought.
"I..."
The girl fell silent, merely squatting on the ground and shivering uncontrollably.
Nina Jacobs took a small, vacuum-sealed down jacket and a new pair of fleece-lined leggings from her backpack and placed them in front of the girl.
"Those people are looking for you, aren’t they? Remember to hide well."
Nina Jacobs said.
Seeing the warm clothes in front of her, the girl quickly snatched them up, her hands shaking.
"Thank you. Do you have any food or medicine? I can trade you for it."
Although her limbs were stiff from the cold, the girl quickly pulled on the clothes.
The black down jacket and gray leggings made her figure look much leaner.
"Oh? And what will you trade me?"
Nina Jacobs asked, intrigued.
’She’s not just trying to get a free handout, she wants to trade. I’m curious to see what she could possibly have.’
"This. This is all I have right now."
After putting on the warm clothes, the girl fished out a round object from under the black plastic bag and held it out with her red, frostbitten hand.
Nina Jacobs looked at the object, and her pupils constricted slightly.
It was clearly the same type of special grenade Julian Shaw had used back at the foot of Mornfell.
This grenade was incredibly powerful, enough to even shatter her Diamond Sand Cover.
"What’s this? Food is so precious, and you want to trade this for it?"
Nina Jacobs asked, feigning ignorance.
A faint blush appeared on the girl’s pale face, but she still argued:
"It’s a weapon I made. It’s very powerful. I can make lots of other weapons, too. Whatever you need, I can... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."
Seeing the girl’s violent coughing fit, Nina Jacobs took out a bottle of water and handed it to her, followed by two small bread rolls.



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