She rolled around to dodge its scythe-like slash, its claws slicing through the air inches above her. She sliced deep into its side with her bloody fangs as she stood, knocking out a steaming mass of internal organs and letting out a terrible scream. Then she struck a second time with her ice axe, but it bounced off its heavy shell.

She nimbly jumped out of the way, turning around and dodging the monster's slash range.

Hala attacked twice, chopping off a limb and making a deep cut in the side of its head, but its speed was unreasonable. As Hala's axe struck backhand, it lunged forward and stabbed her in the forearm with a sharp limb, giving her a gasp of pain and her bloody teeth falling out of her hand.

In desperation, she slashed at the monster's face with her ice axe, but only stabbed it in the eye. Her arm was still impaled. She couldn't get out.

Sigvar pulled his axe from the ice wall with a roar, then pushed himself off the wall. He fell thirty feet and landed on the bridge deck, bent his knees and balancing, and landed right next to Harra. The frozen slate cracked under his impact, and he rolled around heavily, the air in his lungs squeezed out.

By the time the creature turned its attention to him, he had already held the Son of Thunder in his hand. It tried to pull back its claws from Hara's body, but she grabbed it and made it struggle but couldn't break free.

"Hit! Half a barrel of arrows! ”

Its massive jaw gaped wide at an uncanny angle, revealing rows of jagged fangs and fangs while it let out an uninhibited scream, and Sigvar unleashed a fatal blow with the Children of Thunder.

The huge hammer head smashed right on its head, smashing half of it and flying to the ground with a thunderous and cold explosion. The hateful monster slammed against the railing of the bridge, trying to get up, but staggered like a drunk, the purple light in its heart beginning to flicker and flicker.

Sigwa roared, slamming into the monster as it tried to regain its stance. It hisses, but is powerless against his next attack. This time the Thunderbolt smashed into the middle of its chest, crushing its exoskeleton and shattering the protective cavity around its heart. The monster slid to the edge of the bridge, flailing its limbs wildly, and then the heart dimmed and died completely.

Then it was engulfed in a thick fog, and there was nothing left.

"That's enough...... Reckless ......," Hala said. He lay on the ground, her wounded arm hanging limply beside him. Her complexion was pale—whiter than usual—and her eyes were dull.

"Perhaps it is the will of the three sisters," Sigwa replied, walking up to her and kneeling beside her.

"Perhaps," she admitted, smiling faintly.

Sigvar slipped the sleeve of Hala's wounded arm with a dagger. The flesh around the wound had turned black and was still bubbling. Darkness had begun to creep into her veins. Both of them knew what would happen next if the darkness continued to spread.

"Use the blood fangs," Hala said. There was not a hint of fear in her voice. "Don't be soft." She added, tapping her hand to the center of her chest.

Sigvar picked up the blood tooth and weighed it. Its grip emitted ice and enveloped his hand, but he didn't notice.

"It hasn't spread beyond the arm." He said. "It shouldn't be ...... yet"

Hala raised her eyes and stared at him, her eyes clear and fearless. Then she nodded.

"Do it," she said.

For three days, Sigwa was climbing.

For the past three days, he had been feeling a poisonous eye watching him from the abyss.

He felt a greed in that gaze, eating away at him, draining his willpower, but he continued to climb up.

Be patient and don't complain. Ice never begs for mercy, nor does it give mercy. I should be like ice.

Although the ancient creature's hunger was palpable, Sigvar realized that there was no real emotion beneath that hunger. It is not angry, or hateful, or resentful about its fate. It is indifferent, indifferent, unknowable...... And very patient. In a way, this makes it seem even more terrifying.

It's not unique, either. Sigvar didn't know how many more watchers were trapped beneath the Wailing Abyss, but as he climbed up, he could feel other gazes cast on him, following his progress.

In the end, he finally dragged himself onto the bridge of sorrow. At this moment, when he climbed to the top of the Great Rift Valley, he finally escaped their gaze.

Hala Icespirit was tied with a rope behind his back. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow, but she survived. Her left arm was gone down from her shoulder, but there was no blood on her sleeve - the icy core of the Bloody Fang sealed the wound well. Climbing with her was very physically demanding, making this difficult climb even harder, but it was his duty and mission, so he completed it without complaint.

He paused for a few seconds to catch his breath, and Sigvar took a heavy stride across the stone bridge towards the main fort. It felt like years had passed since his trip.

The front of the road was obscured by an ice storm, and he couldn't even see what was a dozen yards away. As the towering walls emerged from the storm, he saw a figure waiting for him.

Loraka Tongue, the Guardian's Frost Father, stands leaning on his staff. Sigvar looked at the black tip at the top of the staff, stopped in front of the gate, saw the icicle hanging from the priest's neck, and realized something.

He looked at the two men uneasily. Now, he can determine where they came back from.

"Few of your brethren will be able to glimpse the darkness below, as we were back then," said the old priest. "Your understanding of the faith has deepened, but there is still much to learn."

Sigvar nodded, agreeing. The tongue-twisted gaze then fixed on Hala as she unconsciously tied up behind Sigvar's back, and then the old priest looked behind him again, looking for something.

"Where's the Stone Fist?" He asked, and Sigvar just shook his head. He was too tired to say more. "We were born of ice and returned to ice," said the Frost Priest, touching his forehead with respect.

"Dissolved," Sigvar said laboriously. "One of the Nine. Something appeared. ”

"The watcher's throbbing ......" the priest let out a cool breath, his eyes widening - perhaps out of awe, perhaps out of fear.

Sigvar nodded slightly, his breathing was extremely uneven, and his extraordinary strength could not hold it up at any moment.

"Our matriarch, Lady Ice and Dark, must know of this letter." The priest said. The gates of the main castle began to open, and the shadows inside beckoned to him. "Come on, Iceborn. We have to be ready for what's next. ”