"Pant, pant, pant!"
In the cutting gale, the entire world seemed nothing more than a swath of white. The terrain on Sema Snow Mountain's outskirts was relatively even. Compared to the inner massif, with slopes steeper than forty-five degrees, it could be considered merciful. Thus, Fisher, Valentina, and Philis made rapid progress, covering the midsection of the mountain's outskirts in less than three hours after parting with Dal.
"Valentina, don't keep staring at the snow; you'll hurt your eyes."
Fisher had temporarily lent the Fluid Sword to Philis. Without any mountaineering gear and relying on Fisher's Tenth Rank Constitution, they had no problem advancing, but Philis, barely at the Sixth Rank and carrying a delicate young miss, was at a disadvantage. A climbing stick could not only save Philis energy but also probe the snow-covered surfaces ahead.
"I know..."
