CLANG!
A crisp sound echoed.
The head of the pickaxe they were using to dig through the iceberg snapped off. The broken pickaxe head spiraled away, leaving only a very shallow dent on the ice surface.
Looking at the pickaxe in his hand, Alka helplessly tossed it aside.
Chadite and the others did the same.
The ice-breaking pickaxes in their hands could hardly make a dent in the ice blocks before them at this stage.
Now, the only thing that could make an impact was the flames Alka could conjure.
But its effect was limited.
At most, it could only burn a thumb-sized depression. Trying to melt the entire ice surface was simply wishful thinking.
"What do we do now?" Jason asked, looking at the broken pickaxe in his hand.
They found themselves in another predicament.
These ice blocks were extraordinarily tough, their hardness bordering on the absurd.
Having come this far, their only option was to find a way to dig into the ice surface ahead.
