"This is the Winterwisp Mountains."
This was Hoshino's second time setting foot in Leithanien. She had brought her finest equipment, two blades at her sides glowing blue and red, like a pair of mother-and-daughter blades.
Spirit Blade: Frozen Naraka was on her right, Demon Blade: Crimson Sakura on her left.
Hoshino stepped forward, her boot sinking into a patch of snow. She could not help frowning. Unlike the soft fresh snow of Ursus, the snow here was somewhat hard, like a huge mass of sharp ice chips. It was extremely uncomfortable and hindered her movement.
The sun had risen. Sunlight filtered through the thin mist, hazy as an illusion, yet the altitude kept it from feeling warm. Like a boiled goose egg yolk, it hung there awkwardly.
"Mudrock's Squad, I'm here to save you."
Hoshino muttered to herself as she walked.
Suddenly, everything before her turned into a hazy milky white as fog surged in like a tide.
This was an anomaly!
Hoshino immediately looked in every direction, highly alert. Her hands rested on the two blades, tightly gripping their hilts. At the slightest disturbance, dazzling light would come pouring forth. As Hoshino drew her swords, the area suddenly fell utterly silent. Leaves rustled, carrying a bleak, murderous chill. The scene was terrifying, but unexpectedly, she sensed no attack to follow.
This mountain range ate people.
The moment the fog spread in, she had reached that conclusion.
"Come on."
Seeing no result after a long wait, Hoshino completely lowered her guard and began walking forward step by step. She did not even hold her blades anymore. Her arms spread wide, her enormous sleeves billowing wildly in the wind with a loud flutter.
"Let me see just how powerful the grief and rage of the dead can be!"
There was no