Scene CCLII — It is the Earth’s will.

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Two months of travel had gone by and a third of their men had died… honourably holding their axes without fear… yet now the day and night had become one and little sense of time was allowed in those crawling to end the earth’s whims.

“Cursed march… tha beasts have started to hide in the cold of these nooks… Even this crafter has trouble!” — Hrom who had joined the travel as he was one of the strongest in the village whined as the group moved in the plains that appeared to be cracked glaciers which would permit a slight glimpse of the dark rock in its deep ends, from which air flooded up to their height hindering safe movement, for each time they had to jump from one ground to the other, it’s sudden breeze could determine their death. — “Maybe it’s below they are hiding… that way they only wait for their prey to fall, HwaHa!”

“Oi, shut yer mouth, Hrom… my head aches with tha noise.”