Cave Again?!

Vale's vision blurred as he tumbled down the mountain slope. He extended his weapon, dragging its blade across the icy surface in a desperate attempt to slow down his descent—but it was to no avail. His weapon slipped across the thick layers of snow and ice.

"Dammit!" he cursed inwardly. "Of all things… I'm gonna die by falling?!"

The thought might have been comical—if he wasn't in the middle of plummeting to his death. Gritting his teeth, he glanced around, searching for his companions. Dain was below him, his heavy frame dragging him down faster with every second. Klein was just above—but where was Ayla?

A sudden jolt hit him as he slammed into a jagged rock, sending his body into a spin. As he twisted mid-air, he caught a glimpse above.

There she was.

She slid effortlessly down the slope, as if the treacherous descent meant nothing to her. She moved with the grace of falling snow, untouched by the chaos around her.