The sky was black, and a relentless blizzard obscured visibility.
Amid the swirling snow, countless figures moved urgently across the ground.
At the forefront of the group, a man muttered in a hushed tone,
âWeâll arrive soon.â
He spoke without pausing his steps, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
Though the blizzard made it impossible to see, the man clearly remembered what he had glimpsed earlier.
âThere was a light.â
Between the raging storm and the dark night sky, he had seen something glowing brightly.
What could it be?
Raising his vigilance, the man scanned the path ahead.
Nothing was visible.
It looked as though nothing had ever been there.
Still, the man did not let down his guard.
âWeâve lost contact with the ambushers.â
The unit stationed at the gorge had gone silent.
That alone was enough to keep the man on edge.
Could it beâ¦
âDid they fail?â
The great general who had pursued the White Fox was also said to have headed for the gorge.
The plan was to corner the White Fox, have the ambushers join forces with the general, and capture their target.
But nowâ
âDid they fail to hunt the fox?â
Was it possible that even the wounded White Fox had managed to kill the general and the ambushers before escaping?
It was a hard scenario to believe.
âSomething has happened.â
That much was certain.
If the White Fox had indeed escaped after such a failure, what would the higher-ups say?
âTchâ¦â
The man clicked his tongue sharply at the chilling thought.
All he could do was hope that wasnât the case.
âIt would be better if the Ice Palaceâs warriors were at the gorge.â
If that were the case, they could at least capture them and offer some explanation.
Adjusting his thoughts, the man glanced back and spoke.
âEveryone, stay alert. We donât know what mightââ
Suddenlyâ
âC-Captain!â
One of the warriors trailing behind him shouted in a trembling voice.
âLook, over thereâ!â