Garen flew at lightning speeds. The snowstorm ahead of and around him grew denser and thicker, but he felt as though there was an immense danger that he could not shake off approaching him.
"The Soul Rings don't lie, looks like serious trouble is brewing!" Garen had long since expected that the disharmony between his soul and his body would invite trouble, but he never thought that it would come so soon.
Panic began to rise in his heart.
But since he was carrying the Ice Stalagmite, he just could not increase his speed to its maximum limit. The only comfort he had was the massive amount of potential aura surging endlessly into his body from the Ice Stalagmite.
It had only been a short while, but he had another Attribute Point now.
Garen quickly added it to his Speed, and he instantly felt himself speed up. The anxiety in his heart eased up slightly.
