A great upheaval occurred in the Eternal Winter Empire, and the Northern Ice Field was the first place to suffer.
Glaciers cracked, snow-capped mountains collapsed.
The beastmen who had lived on the icefield for years were all fleeing in panic.
In a valley on the verge of collapse, a nimble white wolf led the group out at full speed.
The supplies and rations on their backs had long fallen off almost entirely, but no one had time to pick them up. The snow-capped mountains behind were collapsing at a terrifying speed; a single step too slow, and they would be swallowed by a thousand feet of ice and snow, leaving no corpses!
Whenever an avalanche was about to overtake the beastmen, an ice wall would always appear in time to block the rolling snow waves.
But even the mighty strength of a Tenth Rank Beastman seemed powerless in the face of this apocalyptic disaster.
The sturdy ice walls would hold out for no more than a few seconds before shattering with a crash!
