"We couldn't find them, we have to go back now," Artam said, looking troubled as darkness began to fall on the mountain. "They must be dead already" "Does it scare you?" 'Tam asked. He had a vaguely mocking expression on his face. Artam gave him a murderous look. "He is weak, he is weak." said. "We don't have anything to do with Gluttons or Wretches." Artam looked quite nervous. "Did they really come?" she asked in a whisper. Artam must have felt what Tamir. felt.Tamir looked up at the sky as if the fog that had settled on the dark mountain was of no interest to him. Artam had already judged that the fog descending on the mountain was the cause of arrivals.It is as if Tamir had read Artam mind, "There's always fog on the mountain at this time of day." He could taste the tension in Artam's eyes, hidden under the hood of his black cloak. In fact, Tamir also shared Artam's uneasiness. He was in Kars for years. When he first came to Kars, all the stories he had heard about Tonka and the Ice people suddenly came to his mind. He remembered being afraid. Then he laughed at all this. After a series of visits to the mountain with Guva, this untouched desolate mountain no longer frightened him.
Tonight, however, was different. Darkness was falling on them with goosebumps sharpness. They had been on the mountain for nine days. First they headed towards where Ayana had said, and they continued north without stopping. Every day their journey was getting harder, but today was the worst. They could both feel it. When Tamir looked behind him, he saw that they were getting further and further away from the ring. When a freezing cold blew from the north, the trees moved left and right like ghosts. Tamir felt the eyes of something cold on him. Artam felt it too. Artam, with his gigantic body, bare from the waist up in the middle of his forest, was trying to see what was frightening them in the dark. Unlike Artam, Tamir's slender body was covered with black armor. Artam said, "We have a difficult road ahead of us, we must continue. I don't like this weather at all. It will snow soon." "Ice storm," Tamir muttered. Artam didn't seem to hear him. He looked around, a little bored, a little distracted. "What do you see, Artam" Artam had long lived in the mountains and turned into a skilled hunter before Guva found him. No one could see, smell and move silently in the dark as well as him. "There are two gluttons about two miles from here, and you must have smelled them too." Repair was silent. "Do you smell blood?" Artam shrugged. It was quite difficult to smell on the mountain. Artam and Tamir continued on their way through the darkness.After a while, both of them could smell the strong smell. Artam and Tamir began to watch the streams from behind the slope, motionless. There they were, the gluttons that Artam had just smelled, lying motionless on the ground. After Artam and Tamir were sure that no one was around, they approached the corpses. "What do you think might have killed these two Gluttonies." Artam reached over and checked their necks. Then he turned to Tamir with worried eyes. "We need to get inside the ring right away. " Tamir was staring at him with meaningless eyes. "Fine, they're here." When Tamir heard this, he lifted his head even higher and gripped the sword around his waist tighter.
Repair was in the forefront. They were carefully stepping over the snow that had accumulated on the ground. The underbelly contained dangers for the careless and careless. Beneath the layer of snow were stones, roots to stumble upon, hidden pits, and more. Artam grumbled impatiently behind Tamir, who was advancing slowly. The twilight got darker. Artam said: "We can go faster." The moon was starting to shine. A wolf howled deep in the forest. Tamir stood under an old crooked tree. " Why did you stop? ' Artam asked. "I am considering whether to continue beyond this." Tamir looked away with a thoughtful expression on his face. A cold wind blew whispering through the trees. "There's something wrong here, the Gluttonies didn't starve, there's only one thing left that can kill them." Artem felt it too. He had come to the Uncanny Forest many times, but he couldn't remember ever being this scared. "The trees are getting quite dense here, Artam. Whatever killed the gluttons might still be around." Tinker warned. Artam's hood was covering his face, but he could see the sharp anger in his gaze. It wouldn't be the first time they've encountered a Obur hunter. When Artam controlled his anger and looked at the ground, he saw the footprints. "There are repair marks," he said. "Show me the way," Tamir said, turning to Artam. The two of them began to advance among the trees. Both of them were walking without a sound. Thickened by trees, the road was damp and full of potholes in this place, but Artam and Tamir could walk in the dark without stumbling. For a long time they walked through the trees.
The great tree appeared at the top of the ridge at the end of the woods, as Artam remembered. Artam and Tamir reached the top of the slope and began to watch the wooded area below. They could clearly see the wooded area illuminated by the moon. After a while, a blue beam of light appeared above the trees. Repair: "Get down!" he said hastily. "There is something wrong in the sky." Artam did not move. His eyes scanned the wooded area below. He saw something moving below. A white shadow floating among the trees. The branches of the trees were moving gently with the wind. The white shadow disappeared. Maybe Artam was wrong. What he saw could only be a bird. A reflection of the snow or a deception of moonlight. Tamir: "Did you see something?" he asked. One of his remaining hands was on his sword at his waist. The hilt of his sword had a blue wolf head embossed on it. This sword was gifted to him by Guva. It was quite suitable for killing gluttons and other dangerous creatures. Tamir had seen the blue light swimming too. Could it be what they've been looking for for days? The weather was getting colder. Even Tamir could feel it. Why was the weather so cold? Tamir leaned against the giant shadow of the tree next to him. The shadow that had just been seen and disappeared among the trees reappeared. Tamir and Artam decided to follow the shadow. They entered the woods again and began to move forward. They followed the shadow to the front of a cave.
A shadow emerged from the darkness of the cave and stopped right in front of Tamir. It was long. The shadow stood as white as freshly fallen snow in the darkness. Then it was as black as shadows, sometimes as green as a tree. Blues dripped from his skin as he moved. Artam drew his spear and said, "Don't come any closer!" He warned the shadow. Artam held his spear tightly in both hands. Shadow took a step towards Tamir, ignoring the warning. Under the shadow's moonlight, her skin was translucent. A faint blue light streamed from its edges. Artam stepped forward and boldly challenged the shadow again. "Come on," he said. The shadow did not pause. Artam could see the shadow's gray-white eyes. Those eyes were fixed on Artam's spear. Moonlight streamed from her transparent skin. It just stood there as if frozen. A sword split the air as Shadow took a step towards Tamir. The sword was met by something harder than steel. Shadow countered Artam's first blow, then the second and third Shadow took a step back. Tamir stood expressionless as Artam prepared to strike another shot. Before Artam could make another move, he was thrown away by a blow to his chest. An icy blue light had already swallowed Tamir and Shadow when Artam was hurled a few meters away from Tamir and the shadow.