Ice-Sealed Ancient Stele · Remnants of Clan Script

On the second day of marching through the icefield, the pressure of the Ice Domain grew increasingly palpable.

After a day and a night of adapting, everyone had basically figured out the rhythm of the Ice Domain. With Nen Pressure below thirty percent, they maintained only the most basic layer around their bodies, keeping their energy expenditure within an acceptable range. The low temperature was still biting, but with Ice-Marrow Milkfruit replenishing their calories, they could hold out.

It was just that the deeper they went, the more desolate the surroundings became.

At first, they could still occasionally spot a few Ice-Marrow Milkfruit and clusters of Icefield Moss. Later, all that remained between heaven and earth was an endless expanse of bleak white ice. Even the sound of the wind became monotonous and repetitive, like a dull knife grinding against their nerves over and over.

"How long have we been walking?" Leorio exhaled a puff of white air, his voice trembling from the cold. "Why do I feel like... we've been going around in circles?"

Killua glanced at the ice beneath their feet. "Don't talk nonsense. The direction's right. It's just too clean here. There isn't even a landmark."

Indeed.

The icefield looked exactly the same in every direction. The sky was white, the ground was white, and there were not even any clouds. After walking for a long time, people would develop the illusion that the entire world consisted of nothing but the patch of ice beneath their feet and the few people beside them.

Just then, Gon, who was walking at the very front, suddenly stopped.

"Wait."

The boy crouched down and stared at something in a crack in the ice.

"Look at this."

Everyone gathered around.

Several clusters of strange fungi grew in a crack in the