Amidst the icy vastness, a pair of men traversed together, their steps synchronized in harmony as they traversed the coldness with the help of fire raging beside them.
A regal eagle soared gracefully ahead, its keen eyes mapping out a safe course through the snow-laden landscape.
As the silence began to encroach the atmosphere, the white-haired man finally decided to break it. Looking at the one behind him, he muttered, "Hmmm! How many of such batches have we encountered till now, Azarex?"
"After counting the one we witnessed just a minute ago… then the total number would be 21. We have found 21 such places, Master," Azarex muttered as he remembered everything.
For the past few hours, they were traveling; the duo had encountered multiple places where the corpses of the monsters didn't have any cores on them. Between all the corpses they had seen till now, there were two things connecting all of them together.
