The surface above the river sealed itself again in places as drifting shards collided and froze, erasing almost all signs that a man had plunged into its depths moments earlier.
ROARRRRRRRRRR!!!!
Far above, the Frost Wing Wyvern howled in rage, its fury tearing into the mountainside as claws and frost smashed stone and ice alike, yet the river did not care. It carried its prize onward, deeper into the frozen veins of the Harrow Mountains.
The cold infiltrated Han Yu's body, freezing his skin, locking his joints and thickening his blood. But Han Yu wasn't alone, Chitterfang was still hidden in his robes around his chest. So far, the heat from his Dancing Flame art had been enough to keep the rodent safe, but now the cold was affecting it too.
The beast twitched from the cold, still unconscious.
The cold river wished to take not one but two lives. But just as both their hearts were about to stop, a miracle happened.
SHUA!
Deep within Han Yu's body, a small flame awakened.
