The journey up the mountain was far from smooth—indeed, it could be said to be fraught with extreme peril.
Before they even began to ascend, the cold wind had already bared its threatening fangs, and now, as the two set their feet on the path leading to the summit, the accompanying specter of death no longer hid itself.
In the past, on this very path, death, like a Hunter, mercilessly took the life of a wise man.
And now, two more prey had presented themselves.
Furthermore, they were Three-eyed Ape People, who were physically weaker than the people of Logos.
What an overestimation of their own abilities.
After climbing halfway up, Noen and Casas, advancing against the wild and tempestuous cold wind, encountered disaster.
Countless massive hailstones fell from above, and in an instant, a blizzard swept across all the mountain paths.
