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In the heart of the polar region, under gloomy skies, a continuous mountain range hummed with the storm, bringing snow as sharp as knife blades...
Within an area surrounded by some watchtowers on the bleak and oppressive land.
Shadows with a bloody red glow occasionally flitted and wandered...
"Creak~"
Inside a watchtower, a man coated in blood ice crystals and wearing thick clothes pushed open the door, holding a sickle caked with blood ice in his hand, and entered the tower's top hall.
After entering, he scanned the room and ultimately his gaze settled on a muscular Caucasian man nearby.
The man's complexion was gloomy, and his injuries were even more severe than his own.
However, severe as they were, they were not fatal.
On seeing someone enter, the pale-skinned employee first grabbed his weapon, but upon realizing it was an ally, he sighed in relief and spoke weakly,
"Have those heretics who worship the 'Deep Sea' been completely dealt with, Mr. Chang?"
