The Duke looked at the cliff below, estimating it to be over twenty meters high. Jumping might lead to survival, but not jumping would surely mean death.
His physical resilience was already far superior to that of an ordinary person. In peak condition, jumping from this height likely wouldn't be fatal.
However, in his current state, the outcome was uncertain, especially with Vivian on his back.
The Duke had no time to think. The piercing pain deep in his brain told him he was at the point of collapse.
He took a deep breath, summoning the last trace of Fighting Spirit within him to protect vital areas, then leaped off the cliff.
The sound of wind, water, and cold river water—these were the Duke's final memories before he lost consciousness.
...
The winter snow began to thaw, cold and warm alternating, and many parts of the Moonlight Forest remained blanketed in white.
