He didn't know how much time had passed. Wall was still climbing, but the Warriors at his side grew fewer and fewer. Most of them couldn't bear the force of the wind and snow and had fallen at the mountain's base.
In truth, he still hadn't climbed very high. The thick clouds halfway up the mountain remained impossibly high, as if he could never reach them.
He still couldn't understand it. 'What are these guys even doing, following me around?'
'To get a glimpse of the scenery on Northern Boundary Mountain, only to freeze to death for no reason?'
'They would have been better off heading home right after we took the stronghold.'
Of course, Wall didn't care about those tribal Warriors, even if they were all from South Mountain. It was just that after watching another Warrior become buried in the snow, his mind couldn't help but drift to a certain brother and sister from the tribe.
