A miner’s worst enemy is heat.

Swinging pickaxes shoulder-to-shoulder in an underground pit turns it into a hellish furnace.

Sweat-soaked clothes grow unbearably sticky, and in the stagnant air of the mines, evaporating sweat only adds to the misery.

It’s common to see apprentice miners collapse from heatstroke after letting their guard down.

Freezing to death? That’s a problem for another world entirely.

Down here, they always crave the cold.

The cold.

A stronger cold.

A cold that chills to the bone!

For the dwarf miners, Ashies’ arrival was nothing short of divine intervention—her visit, a procession fit for a goddess.

In the middle of ongoing construction in the dwarves’ underground cavern, a crowd of dwarves gathered, each one wearing a helmet and carrying a pickaxe.

Karami stood in front of them.

“Everyone! Do you want to cool down?”

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“Your voices are too soft! Do you want to cool down?!”

“YESSS!!”

The cave erupted in cheers loud enough to shake the walls.

It was like watching uncles at a fan meeting for their favorite idol.

Pickaxes were raised high like glow sticks, and someone had already grabbed two, spreading their legs wide to dance.

“Now, Ashies! The people are desperate for you. Free them from the heat!”

Encouraged by the cheers, Ashies cast her magic. Snow fell, blanketing the heat of the underground, and she conjured massive blocks of ice, distributing them to the dwarves.

Some used the ice as makeshift beds, some as chairs, and others as pillows.

Ice cups were fashioned, and freshly procured ale was poured into them, completing the feast. The dwarves gulped down the perfectly chilled, slushy ale.

For dwarves, ale was as essential as water. Having a drink during work wasn’t an issue at all.

“Ahh! This is the life!”

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