Pedang Diatas Salju Novels & Stories

"The high pass is unstable. If the vibration of the striders triggers the upper shelf, we will be buried before we reach the outer garrison." I forced my upper body off the freezing deck, my raw, blistered hands clutching the rough timber of the railing as the sled hit a deep ridge in the ice, bouncing violently. The movement drove a sharp, sickening spike of cold from the collar straight into my chest, making me gasp for breath. I looked at the high, towering walls of the glacier above us—massive, overhanging shelves of ancient blue ice that had slept for generations, now groaning under the weight of the sudden, unseasonable blizzard. "Killian," I whispered, my voice a fragile, shivering ra

asked Adir, who had dismounted from his horse and looked behind the bushes. "The weapon used is the same as Duke Owen's," said Adir. Altair nodded his head and looked at Adir who was also stalking the movement of the person. Adir's body was covered in his own Mana, making Altair relieved that Adir was trying hard to train as well as survive. It was snowing, signaling that there would be a blizzard. They drew their eyes from the bushes. "The storm will soon be here," said Adir as he stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes.