Standing at the edge of the unpleasantly familiar cliff, Drake surveyed the white scenery which extended all the way to the horizon. "To think it was all real…" Gunnar said as he stood a small distance away. Beside him was the frozen corpse of a giant blue bird, covered in ice and snow. Signs of a long drawn out battle were everywhere; broken weapons and shields, corpses missing their other halves, earth warped by magic and skills. One look and anyone could tell what had happened in this place. Gunnar, along with a few Hunters from Thors village, had accompanied Drake on his trip to mount Icewyrm to see for themselves whether what he claimed was true or not.The boy had told them the story of how he ended up in their village, which was completely different from what they remembered. Drake was the most shocked by the difference in their testimonies. According to the Hunters they found him collapsed in front of their village. That sounded more believable after taking the trip to moun
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