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The Frostbite Giant Worm King, "Frostfang," which was supposed to appear in the game, never showed up even after they crossed the entire glacier. There were only some Frost Undead in the snowfields. It was said that these undead creatures were formed from the souls of travelers who had frozen to death beneath the glacier. They resembled Ghosts, but looked like ice demons that prowled through snow-covered forests. Fortunately, they were not particularly powerful. The Little Female Dragon, Brando, and Veronica dispatched them casually, without even needing the Grey Sword Saint to act. Charles and the other two naturally gained plenty of experience as well.

The minor monsters in a large dungeon like this one offered extremely generous experience and drops. Unfortunately, obtaining the Flowing Hand today had clearly used up all of Brando's luck. Dozens of Frost Undead had not dropped a single worthwhile item—not even one high-level white-grade piece of equipment. Brando was close to tears. If the Flowing Hand had been a complete set, it would have been worth it, but he had only gotten half. He had lost all the luck he was supposed to lose, too. It was simply too unfair.

After crossing the glacier, the party entered the mountain's interior once again through a cave hidden in a valley. Under Brando's guidance, they turned through a long artificial corridor. Then, as if out of nowhere, a magnificent scene seemed to descend from the heavens and appear before everyone's eyes—a grand temple embedded in the mountain's heart. It stood several hundred feet tall, its arched beams opening up a towering trapezoidal space. The temple used the same architectural style as the remains of Milos they had seen aboveground, but beams of sky-blue light descended from its dome like swords hundreds of feet long, spilling across