He followed Lorenzo across this vast ice plain.
The pain throughout his body was intense, as if his bones had broken, but concepts like "bones" and "pain" didn't exist in his mind; all he could do was emit a whimpering lament, following his instincts.
He couldn't remember many things; to be precise, only two things remained in his mind.
"Froki Willgardson."
Froki muttered softly, unsure of the meaning of this series of notes, yet they lingered in his mind like a spell etched into his soul.
Another sharp pain struck.
Looking down, as he moved forward, each step brought forth a torrent of blood, but the person ahead seemed unaware of it, and the rope connecting them felt like a lifeline.
It was a strange feeling, like Froki was a newborn, everything seemed new to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn't get the chance to comprehend it all; the moment he stepped into the Silent Sea, Froki was already on his deathbed.
