Alden trudged through the Glacial Belt, his expression one of resigned misery.
The wind howled in his ears, and the blizzard continued to rage, unceasing in their attempts to drive him mad.
In his right hand, the young man clutched a metal disk.
Before he had set off, he had racked his brain for a while, trying to come up with a way to make the trek back home less dangerous. He had found his answer inside his Dimensional Bracelet: the Runic Item left behind by Swifty, the rapacious red-haired Scout. And while its effect seemed less potent than before - Alden wasn't sure if the disk was unable to handle his now higher-quality mana, or because the Rune etched on its surface was slowly fading away - it would still come in handy.
At the very least, it could mask his scent from any Defiled prowling the surface of the frozen plain.
For those that burrowed beneath the ground, however…
He would have to deal with them on his own.
'Nothing like being easy prey for a bunch of Ice Wyrms.'
