While some people's chase scenes were ongoing, others' were already over. In a large mountain range in the north, the avalanche had finally settled down, and those who survived emerged from the snow one by one.
They weren't obvious at first, but one by one, mushroom-like figures emerged from the dense snow, groaning.
Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, the young girl with expert riding skills was one of them.
However, none of them could celebrate.
Instead, their reddening eyes looked up and saw the mountain that had changed so much. Even if they survived, for now, their home had literally disappeared in front of their eyes. Who would be comfortable?
The abnormally reddish skies represented a sense of despair, almost like some darkness was about to eat them up. They knew that there was no way their village would've survived that, and there was little chance their fellow villagers managed to escape on time.
Their bodies shook vehemently, and it wasn't because of the cold.
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