The moon continued its course in the sky, and in the frozen ground, Freya followed the General's path.
Across large crevasses, the duke's daughter followed Rhea, keeping as much distance as possible but not enough to lose sight of her.
After about five minutes of walking, she came to a complete stop behind some large rocks.
Further on, the space was completely clear, the crevice leading to a large open space, making concealment impossible.
"Darn it..."
Freya growled, the distance separating her from Fenrir's general continued to widen. The young woman bit her lip, at this point the obvious choice would be to go after Rhea now, it was her plan all along.
However, something about the phenomenon before her, the legend among legends, held her back.
There was more than death to this situation, it was just the roof of the world she had to deal with.
