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It was supposed to be a new beginning—fresh faces, towering mountains, and the promise of untamed horizons. But the world doesn’t always play fair. The snow-covered peaks held secrets, ancient whispers that pulled at the edges of reality. A frosted gaze, a frozen heart. A fleeting warmth that lingered, only to unravel.

The air was heavy, the nights restless. I was unlucky. A quiet campus turned labyrinthine. Paths twisted into trails where footsteps vanished, and in the silence, shadows became more than just absence. Questions followed like echoes: What am I? What do I belong to? And why does the sky feel too close and too far all at once?

A frostbite that never healed. A cliff's edge that wouldn’t let go. A hand reached out—divine or cruel? Each step forward pulled deeper into the unknown, where gods didn’t walk, but fragments of them did, fractured and wary, watching. The world isn’t broken; it’s just no longer whole.

Beyond the mountains, among the clouds, lies a story unwritten, where reality bends and belief becomes the weight that anchors existence. But the question is simple: Can you bear the cold?

Table of Past the Mountains, Among the Clouds

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Volume 1 :God Tale