The northwesterly wind that had howled all night fell quiet as the morning sun rose.
A thin, snowy mist began to spread across the Island of the End.
Exhausted after searching all night, the trial participants began looking for somewhere to rest.
But a sudden beastly roar disrupted their plans.
When they saw the five-meter-tall monster charging across the Island of the End, its powerful body covered in long white fur, every participant perked up-especially when they spotted the two scrolls inside the transparent box hanging from its neck.
Their overnight exhaustion vanished.
Each became a consummate hunter and began chasing the monster.
Their numbers kept growing.
By the time Ogden, Fitz, and the man calling himself "Black Hound"-the three participants who had drawn some of Qin Ran's attention-appeared among them, over eighty percent of the island's participants had gathered there.
As for the rest?
Apart from Qin Ran and Shiqi, it was not that they did not want to come.
They could no longer come.
The Island of the End was not only cold at night, but dangerous.
Some dangers came from nature, others from their fellow participants.
But none of the participants cared about that.
Simply put, they had anticipated such an outcome.
Once they made their choice, they had to bear the consequences.
"Not going to make a move?"
The brawny Ogden looked at Fitz, who held his longsword in his arms, and Black Hound, who would slip from notice unless one concentrated on him. A provocative smile appeared on his face.
The previous night, the three had clashed more than a dozen times while searching for scrolls.
But every encounter had ended in a draw.
Ogden refused to accept that.
If the other two had not always joined forces against him at the last moment, he