Bab 1567: Inkwell

A Few Minutes Ago

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Amidst the frigid wilderness, space itself seemed to tear apart with a haunting sound. From this rift emerged a man, who glanced around, surveying his surroundings.

"Full of snow and winter winds," he thought to himself, his gaze sweeping the bleak landscape. 

He then cast his eyes upward, where heavy snowfall and fierce winds obscured his view. 

He adjusted his vision, zooming in on a distant mountain peak.

As details of the distant peak came into focus, a sly smile spread across his face. "Is that where it is? Still, it must be heavily protected if I could not see anything," he muttered with a hint of anticipation.

With a sense of purpose, he started his ascent towards the distant mountain peak. 

Every step he took left a mark in the pristine snow, creating a trail that wound its way up.

The mountain is an imposing presence, its slopes blanketed in thick layers of snow.