The sound of footsteps striking the solid ice echoed rapidly as Elliot and I moved through this place.
Ahead of us was a massive crack in the ground, and through my senses I could feel that it stretched dozens of meters downward.
But the moment we reached the edge, the ice rebuilt and reshaped itself, forming a bridge toward the other side.
Several hours had already passed since we began searching, and so far I hadn't sensed anything that could lead us to what we were looking for.
Of course, I memorized every place my senses touched so we wouldn't keep moving through the same areas over and over again.
"Still haven't found anything?" Elliot asked while we crossed the icy bridge to the other side.
"Can you stop asking that damn question already?... This is the tenth time." The annoyance in my tone was obvious. Why did this hero become so irritating sometimes?
"Alright, alright, no need to get angry. I was just asking in case."
