After another ten-odd minutes of walking, just as Ye Qing was about to pass out from the cold, Froslass and Glalie finally stopped.
Before them stood a snowy mountain that towered into the clouds. A winding mountain path less than half a meter wide ran along its side, beside a steep, bottomless cliff.
This was also the two Pokémon's lair.
Glalie floated into a huge cave first, followed closely by Froslass and her collection of ice sculptures.
To keep them from noticing anything amiss, Ye Qing did not dare open his eyes again.
After a bumpy journey and several turns, they finally stopped.
For some reason, Ye Qing could distinctly feel that it was even colder here than outside.
Froslass floated around the ice sculptures of Ye Qing and his Pokémon, admiring them. The more she looked, the more pleased she was with her masterpieces.
After a long wait, just as Ye Qing was about to pass out from the cold, he suddenly felt Haunter move.
Ye Qing quietly opened his eyes and found himself in a cavern filled with ice.
He looked around, and the sight before him nearly scared him out of his wits.
Besides himself, there were dozens of other ice sculptures around him. They held not only Pokémon, but also more than a dozen Trainers, both men and women.
These Trainers wore terrified expressions, and some even had blood-covered faces mangled beyond recognition.
Seeing their condition, Ye Qing knew there was no saving them.
He was, after all, surrounded by a pile of dead people. It would have been a lie to say he was not afraid.
But he could not worry about all that now. He could only close his eyes and pray that they would not scare him, promising to avenge them once he