Chương 44: [7]
A mass of frost crusted stone towered high above Fenrir, much to his indignation. The storm howled as his and his ward's back, and he debated whether he should have tried to scale it. For a Demi-god such as himself, it was doable. Trying, but doable; if it were just himself. He snarled at the wall, baring his teeth as if that would force it to part. It wouldn't and Fenrir couldn't level it with the undead forces at their back.
He'd aimed for the western part of the city, as per his memories, it'd been less than fifty feet tall. The wall before him was nearly double that height and no doubt in thickness as well. Moments like this were when he messed being a computer. His flesh mind couldn't process information at the speeds it used too. As his mind tried to figure a solution, Layla hailed him.
"Can you get over?!" Layla yelled over the fierce howls of the magical blizzard.
"No! It's higher than the last time I was here!" Fenrir reported.
What Fenrir didn't tell her, was that he wasn't too sure he was on the right side. The storm had gained momentum close to the city. Which meant, the storm hadn't just been a cloaking tactic; it was being weaponized.
He looked side to side. He then chose to head left. He hoped it would lead him to the Western-Gate. The trail to his Mistress was strong, but with the amount of mana in the air now; he couldn't pin it down. The signature he'd been following was mixed in with this putrid mana. So, he would go through the gate and run around until he found her. Not an efficient plan, or a good one. But it was the best he could do for now.
Without warning, Fenrir bolted to the left; following the crystal topped stones. The snow was piling against the wall, and this forced him to run at a distance. It was certainly problematic - the visibility had been cut down to nearly five feet. Fenrir had to constantly wave in and out of the piling snowbank just to make sure he was following the wall. And this, the two made their way towards the Western Gate - Until a large mass appeared from the snow.
Fenrir was quick on his paws and sidestepped the mass. A mass that turned out to be poorly assembled shacks.
"This isn't the Western part of the city!" Layla screamed over the raging storm. "This is East Bank! This is shantytown, we're in the suburbs!"
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