C312 Disordered

At the base of the mountain over ten miles from the small town, the accountant was briskly making his way, burdened with his luggage.

"The cold is unbearable. Why didn't I pack extra clothes..." he muttered to himself, chiding his own forgetfulness.

However, the thought of the glistening spirit stone cradled in his arms brought a surge of warmth to his entire being.

"With this spirit stone