“Alright, let’s start by familiarizing ourselves with the layout of the snowy mountain…”
Jia Changjiang and Lumine crouched in the snow, poring over a map spread out before them. The map had three large circles and eight smaller markers drawn on it.
“This is a map I bought from the Adventurers’ Guild at the foot of the mountain. After my exploration, I marked three key locations and eight smaller points of interest. Some of these overlap, which will save us time,” Jia Changjiang explained, tracing his finger across the map.
Lumine and Paimon studied the markings carefully. Paimon tilted her head and asked, “Jax, what are these places?”
“Good question!” Jia Changjiang grinned. “The three circles mark the locations of the unmelting ice mentioned by the Adventurers’ Guild. After investigating, I discovered that these icy patches contain sealed objects. When unlocked, they will cause the Skyfrost Nail from the story I told you to reform.”
“Huh?” Lumine blinked in alarm. “Something that dangerous can actually reform?”
“And these eight smaller markers represent the locations of stone monuments needed to unlock the sealed chamber,” Jia Changjiang continued, drawing a route on the map with his pen. “If we follow this path, we can tackle everything efficiently.”
“I can’t wait to see what secrets the snowy mountain is hiding!”
Jia Changjiang’s excitement was infectious, and Lumine and Paimon cheered alongside him before setting off on their journey to uncover the mountain’s mysteries.
As they worked to break the seals on the three icy patches, streams of light escaped from the ice and flowed toward the center of the mountain.
Meanwhile, they located the eight stone monuments scattered throughout the mountain, solving puzzles and overcoming challenges to activate them. Some of the monuments required extra effort, with Jia Changjiang and Lumine having to spend time unlocking mechanisms.
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As they pushed deeper into the snowy terrain, another story was unfolding on a precarious mountain path.
A man huddled in a makeshift campsite, surrounded by snow foxes. He had been caught in a sudden blizzard near the summit, lost most of his supplies, and was chased into a cave by monsters. A rockslide had blocked the cave’s entrance, leaving only a sheer cliff as an escape route.
Days had passed, and his limited supplies were nearly gone. If he didn’t come up with a plan soon, he would—
“Joel…”
The man whispered his child’s name and struggled to his feet. Determination filled his weary body as he gazed at the cliff. He made his decision.
He recorded his final thoughts and left them in the campsite. After consuming the last of his rations to restore some energy, he walked toward the cliff.
Standing in the howling wind and snow, the man swallowed nervously. But thoughts of his child spurred him onward. He began his descent.
The wind and snow were far worse than he anticipated.
His hands and feet were numb, the cold biting deep into his skin. The snow stung his eyes, and he could barely see as he clung to the icy cliff face.
He pressed on, but the relentless storm sapped his strength. Eventually, his grip failed, and he tumbled down the mountainside.
As he fell, he looked up at the receding cliff edge. Memories of Joel filled his mind.
He had promised to take Joel to see the snow one day. But…
It seems I won’t be able to keep that promise.
The man’s fall ended in a snowdrift at the base of the cliff. He survived the landing, but he lacked the strength to move.
His body was numb, his senses dull. He couldn’t feel the pain anymore, only the creeping pull of life slipping away.
He wondered if his body would be discovered by monsters and dragged away, or if the snow would bury him until someone stumbled upon his remains years later.
But as his consciousness faded, he thought he saw…
A pair of large feet standing before him.
Wuku gazed silently at the fallen adventurer.
In the snowy mountain, Wuku had seen countless lives lost to the unforgiving conditions.
Rarely were bodies found, because Wuku buried them himself.
He did not help the living, only ensured the dead found peace. That was all he could offer.
Wuku prepared to step over the man, planning to return later to bury him after he succumbed to the cold.
But then, Wuku thought of the peculiar human he had recently encountered.
“Jax.”
Turning back to the unconscious man, Wuku hesitated for a moment before reaching out. His massive hand gently scooped up the injured man. Without a word, he began making his way toward a human encampment at the base of the mountain.
Quickening his pace, Wuku passed the Frostbearing Tree, its vibrant red glow standing out against the snow, and arrived at the camp.
The sight of the Frostarmored Hilichurl King caused a panic among the adventurers and Mondstadt’s Knights of Favonius. They quickly prepared for an attack, their fear mounting at the sheer size of the creature.
But Wuku did not come to fight.
This rare descent from the snowy mountain was not to bring destruction.
He gently laid the injured man on the ground, ignoring the wary and hostile stares of the humans around him. Without looking back, Wuku turned and walked away, heading back toward the mountain.
“Dad?!”
A child’s voice cried out, and a young boy ran toward the fallen man.
“Joel? Wait!”
The adventurers quickly moved to help, carrying the injured man into the camp. “We need a healer! Anyone who can help, now!”
Thanks to their efforts, the man was stabilized and pulled back from the brink of death.
Even as the camp returned to calm, a lingering question remained:
Why did the Frostarmored Hilichurl King save a human?
The answer, it seemed, would remain a mystery.
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