The avalanche raced down from one end of the mountain, plowing across the land. Thousands upon thousands of magical creatures fled across the raised snow plains, but how could their speed compare to an avalanche? One by one, they were swallowed by the collapsing snow.
A rumbling sound came from deep beneath the snow. The piled-up snow reached the Snow Forest, where it had finally reached its limit. Yet the tremors in the distance made the forest shudder, and snow constantly shook loose from the branches of the conifers.
"Rumble!!!"
Clusters of ice formed across the ground. Then, at a certain moment, the snow could no longer suppress the terrifying force below. A pair of blood-red eyes burst from the depths of the snow, and a massive horse's head let out a neigh. A heavy lance swept in all directions, flinging huge swathes of snow into the air.
The knights and their warhorses leaped out from beneath the snow, followed by more and more cavalry. The thick layer of snow was wantonly destroyed. On the trampled snowfield, frozen paths supported the fragile ground. Trees toppled one after another, only to be dragged back from their broken trunks, while the knights gradually carved out a circular clearing.
"Search. Find out why Outpost Thirty-Six was destroyed."
"Ordinary magical beasts couldn't destroy an outpost, especially one hidden within the cracks of a mountain."
Mikaela's voice echoed through the surroundings. A heavy pressure rippled through the silent world of snow as the Stag Attendants spread out in groups from this point in every direction. Savage tracks appeared across the previously unmarked world.
In the sky, Blood Hawks watched from an altitude of ten thousand meters. There were no clouds here, nothing that could obstruct their sight. Any movement within the white sea was perfectly