The glacier moved at a terrifying speed. Brando's first reaction was to run toward either side of the valley, but his body had already reached its limit. Every step sent excruciating pain through him, as if his entire body were falling apart, and he was moving at less than a tenth of his usual speed. Unyielding Talent merely allowed him to cling to life; it was nowhere near enough to let him escape the avalanche zone, which spanned dozens of miles.
The earth roared and trembled beneath his feet, making it even harder for him to stand steadily. Soon, the rolling thunder reached his back. Brando glanced over his shoulder and saw that what had looked like a thin line of snow in the distance had become a glacial torrent nearly a hundred meters high.
The torrent swallowed everything in its path, mixed with countless razor-sharp rocks. Someone caught in it would probably fare little better than someone dragged into a meat grinder. But when Brando turned around again, he saw that the nearest high ground on either side of the valley was still at least several miles away. His heart sank.
"Am I really going to die here?"
He had not expected to die at the hands of Madara's Bone Frame, or at the hands of Eluin's Traitors, or under the Silver Queen's command, yet now he was going to die in a trial.
This was the path that person had once walked—the Summit Trial.
The Azure Knights challenged the mountains. The biting cold wind slashed at his face, yet he remained firm and unyielding, as though nothing could make him stop. In the end, he conquered everything and earned the mountains' recognition.
That was a story from mythology, a legendary hero's tale.
Brando could not help shaking his