"What should we do now? Do you know the route ahead?" Uchiha Madara asked Belaque.
"More or less. We've been walking for a long time already. I think another day should be enough to reach the outskirts of Winterfort," Belaque said.
"I think so too. At most, one or two more days. But these one or two days may be the most dangerous part of the entire journey," Uchiha Madara said.
"Honestly, with the strength the two of us have, there isn't much on the Ezerlan Continent that could trouble us. What we should worry about most is the route," Belaque said.
"As long as we don't take a wrong turn, there won't be any problems. What are the dangers along the way to us?" Belaque said with a smile.
"There are always people stronger than you and skies beyond the sky. Never be so arrogant. Though that does seem to be the nature of your Dwarf Clan," Uchiha Madara told Belaque.
"At my age, I've seen plenty. Let's go. I'll lead the way," Belaque said.
"So, are we going up the mountain or down it now?" Uchiha Madara asked.
"We'll go up first, then down. I think once we cross this mountain, we may reach our destination," Belaque said.
"The higher you stand, the farther you see. Then let's go take a look from the mountain," Uchiha Madara said.
Uchiha Madara followed Belaque as the two walked one behind the other across the Great Snow Mountain, leaving a footprint with every step.
The cold wind howled, biting across their faces like sharp blades. It did not merely feel cold—it hurt.
"This is my first time in such a cold place." Belaque turned to Uchiha Madara. "What do you think could live here? Can any animals survive in weather this