No wind howled, no Elements roared.
The snow covering the entire mountaintop was tens, even hundreds of meters thick. It was layered with Profound Ice as hard as iron. Yet in that instant, all of it seemed to lose its weight and substance.
They simply floated up, silent and weightless.
Billions of tons of ice and snow formed a white, mountainous mass that blotted out the sky, hanging silent in midair.
Then, Mage Delin gave a gentle wave of his hand.
The suspended white mountain of snow, as if guided by a great, invisible hand, cascaded toward the distant horizon.
An avalanche occurred at the world's end.
When the last of the ice and snow vanished from sight, the true face of the mountaintop was revealed to them all, completely exposed.
Everyone's breath caught in their throats.
It was... a chaotic battlefield.
The entire mountaintop was far larger than they had imagined, almost the size of a small city.
And this plateau was now a scene of utter devastation.
