The ice crystals immediately congealed on Oral's corpse, extending downward from the Blood Claw. The crunching sound of hoarfrost soon enveloped his head, chest, and arms. The power of Zhen Ice seemed to stop the devouring, and the tentacles began to slow and sluggish, and the purple light in his body went out.

"Stopped?" Sigwa asked in a whisper.

"Maybe for now."

"Your axe?"

"Stay here," Hala said quickly. The three sisters blessed it in the hope that it would be able to control what was dwelling underneath, but no one knew how long. We have to go. Hold on. ”

Sigwa did not refute. He began to walk cautiously around the perimeter, but Hala stopped him.

"It's too slow," she snapped. "Walk through the middle. Above! ”

Sigvar froze in place, not wanting to step on the bottom of the ice in the middle, but Hala ran first, and reluctantly took the first step. He kept his gaze up and followed her, cautiously at first, then began to speed up. He was ready to feel the movement from under his feet at any moment, as the terrible beast trapped in the ice had awakened from its endless slumber.

He could feel its malevolent power fiddling with itself, tugging at his consciousness like tentacles. It was watching him—the huge, eyelidless, unblinking eye was looking through him from below. The urge to look down is too strong. Sigvar gripped the Children of Thunder with all his might, gritting his teeth in the cold pain.

He kept his eyes on Hala and recited the prayer as he gasped. "Don't reject pain, because pain is life, and the absence of pain means death. Savor its soothing. Accept it. Even when he stumbled under his feet, he always resisted looking down. Every step is full of hardships, like running on a snowy hill. He could feel the one-eyed seeing through him, hinting at him, calling him. He shouted a blessing in a louder voice to drive away One-Eye.

Then he was already on the other side, inhaling heavily as the weight on his body eased. Hala was there too, urging him to keep going. She pushed him forward, the slit being their exit.

Sigvar glanced back before he could get inside.

Did he see the purple light under Oral's bones? He didn't have time to confirm, and Hala hurried forward. "Go, go," she said.

There was no time for him to pass carefully and steadily. Sigvar squeezed forward hard, rubbing against the ice wall stiffly, unconcerned about the pain. On the other side, the two raced down the rift, rushing back to where they had descended from the ice wall.

"We ...... Have to...... Warn the main fort! Hala yelled as she ran. Nine ...... It's already broken. Imprisoned...... What dwells underneath...... of chains...... has loosened. All other locations...... Must check! Ice Prison Must ...... Reconstitution! ”

They found the ice climbing tools that were thrown there, gasping for air.

"Aren't we going to stay and fight it?" Sigvar asked in a gasp break.

"The watcher wants to wake up...... Need to wait for all the icicles to be breached," Hala said. "The Blood Claw should be able to keep secondary creatures at bay."

"What if you can't stop it?"

"Then we'll kill it," Hala said. "But the news must reach the main fort. At least one of us needs to go back. Throw away everything you don't need. ”

Despite some reluctance, Sigvar removed the shield from his shoulder and leaned it against the ice wall. The sheathed dagger was placed with it, and Hala helped him tie the Son of Thunder to his back. They attached themselves to the same rope, broke their ice axes, and began the long journey back.

And at the same time as all this, he always felt that the giant eye on the ice was looking upward.

The exorcist once known as Oral Stonefist cracked a bloody gap, and a pale creature crawled out limply, bringing out clumps of slime and dragging segmented limbs.

It staggered to the front, clutching the ice with its dagger-long claws. A sharp tail gradually unfolded behind it, and then it raised its head, its pitch-black fangs and protruding back, revealing a lilac glow at the place of its heart. The heart was encased and protected by a soft exoskeleton, and then began to harden.

Its color is pale and unshiny, but its outer skin hardens rapidly and appears to react with the air. The creature's eyes snapped open to observe the world that had just been born into itself—twelve pinhole-like eyes glowing with a warm purple glow, clustered in three different locations.

It raised its head in the air, tore its throat and let out the first scream of a new life.

Hala and Sigvar had climbed halfway to the Lost Bridge when an inhuman cry reached their ears. The voice echoed through the thick fog around them. It is impossible to tell the direction of the sound, nor can it estimate the distance.

"Speed up," Hala said as little as he said, and the two of them increased their frequency, sacrificing safety for speed. Their ice axes zigzel wildly into the ice wall, each kick deep into the thorns, and then kicked upwards hard. Sigvar kept looking down, ready for some nameless fear to appear beneath the ravine.

Then just as the shadow of the Lost Bridge loomed above the fog, it also appeared.

"Ice," he hissed, and Hala glanced down.

"Let's go!" She screamed, her eyes solemn.

They are desperately trying to climb up. If that ...... It would be very disadvantageous for them to catch up with them before they reached the bridge deck. Sigvar glanced down again, and the creature was daring towards them. Its sinuous movements were tinged with intent, and many of its bladed limbs stabbed into the ice wall at a rapid pace. The three clusters of glowing eyes were on fire, and then it screamed, sounding like a scrape between steel, and its jaws snapping together.

Hala was the first to get on the bridge. Turning around, he grabbed Sigvar with his pincer-like hand and lifted him up. By the time he stood firm, she had untied the ropes and picked up the blood fangs. In the other hand, Hala was holding an ice axe. It's a botched substitute for Bloodclaw, but there's no room for fault now.

Sigvar also threw down his ice axe to untie the Children of Thunder from his back, but Hala stopped him. "Don't," she said. "You keep climbing."

"I'll be with you—" Before he could finish speaking, she interrupted him with a fierce look.

"You climb up for me, half-barreled arrow," she said, pointing her bloody fangs at him. "It's not negotiable."

"But—"

"Not negotiable!" She snapped. "Climb up. Send the message to the main fort! ”

"But I should-"

"Let's go!" She roared, a fury that sent Sigvar back a step. "Go, half-barreled arrow," she lowered her voice. "If the three sisters have a spirit, I will soon catch up with you."

Reluctantly, he picked up his ice axe and began to climb up, while Hala fell to her knees and began to pray, closing her eyes.

When he climbed about thirty feet, the creature climbed over the edge of the bridge. It looked up, three clusters of eyes locked on Sigvar, and continued to chase.

"Here, you ugly bastard!" Hala yelled at it and got up to face it. "Come to me, let me beat you hard, with the will of the three sisters."

Sigvar could only continue to watch, unable to do anything. The creature's attention shifted to Hala and lunged at her at an unreasonable speed.