Chương 42: Frost

The passing night was just as silent, stars were twinkling outside and the wind was mild. The dawn of a new day was near and Ethan was sleeping on his bed peacefully just like always. 

In his dreams though, he was in a bitter battle with the natural laws of his blessing vessel, 'The Kingdom of Extreme Frost'.

His clothes were ragged, he was covered in snow from head to toe and his hands were covered with his blood as he walked forward in the snow blizzard, all alone. 

Taking each step forward was like a tremendous challenge. The mountain that was surrounded by a chain of glaciers beyond the valley of ice was in sight, yet so far away. 

Ethan stumbled, fell, and got up again, groaning. His brows were knitted in pain and fatigue but he did not give up. 

It was strange that Ethan had such tenacity, if anyone who knew him were to see him in such a condition; they wouldn't believe it for the world.