Fortunately for us, the next three days went on without any incident.
It was already past the halfway point for us in terms of the deadline, since this was nearing the end of the eighth day. Fortunately, we were approaching the last portion of our journey. As long as we cleared this path, we would reach Olympus City before we knew it.
"This is the Den of Dragons, huh?" Craig murmured as he glanced down from the ridge we were currently trekking on. The valley laid out before us was one that seemed made entirely out of ice. Coniferous trees still grew there, their green leaves barely visible under the heavy snow, but other than that the valley was almost completely white. Dark shadows often teasingly emerged on the edge of our vision, but they always seemed to dart out of our sight when we tried to lock onto them. What troubled us were the immense size of those shadows, and despite their massive bulk, the speed and grace with which they avoided our gaze.
