How to Survive as a Genius Spy in the Game

I felt the crunch of snow being compressed under my feet. There was no sound. My breath spread in a blue haze.

Dawn in the snow-covered north had a slightly different color than elsewhere, and the world was tinged with the hue of daybreak.

The horizon at the edge of the distant sky slowly began to brighten. In a place filled with blue light, the rising sun appeared as the only color.

I hid in the undergrowth beneath a tree and surveyed my surroundings. There was no one nearby.

A bird perched on a branch, seemingly just noticing my presence, tried to take flight with a flutter.

I pinned the bird to the ground using winds.

‘No need to draw any attention, even a little.’

I observed the forward base. Smoke rose here and there as the approaching morning was greeted.

It was a signal that breakfast was being prepared.