Morning arrived beneath a clear sky, the storm having finally passed during the night.

Several soldiers had already begun processing the Dire Wolf corpses before dawn, their axes and knives echoing faintly across the snow while scouts swept the surrounding region for lingering threats. For many apprentices, the previous day had been their first encounter with monsters capable of overwhelming ordinary knights through sheer strength — that lesson had settled into them in a way sparring sessions never had.

Ethan sat near one of the campfires with the Eternal Sovereign Blade across his knees, observing the activity around him while his attention remained elsewhere.

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[Unclaimed Rewards Available]

Daily Mission Completions: 3

Attribute Points Earned: +9 | War Merit Earned: +90

Available Attribute Points: 0 → 9

War Merit: 341 → 431

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The rewards had accumulated faster than expected. The Daily Mission’s long-term value was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Nearby, Gareth concluded a discussion with the scouts. "We depart in ten minutes."

As they continued north, the landscape slowly transformed.

The dense pine forests thinned and gave way to something altogether different — towering walls of blue-white ice rising hundreds of meters into the sky, frozen rivers winding through ancient ridgelines, the temperature itself sharper and more hostile in a way that went beyond weather. One apprentice stared upward with open amazement. Roland guided his horse alongside them and smiled faintly. "This is Ice Valley. Most people from Ravenhold never travel this far north." A pause. "During winter, temperatures become cold enough to freeze entire rivers solid."

"Even monsters live here?" one apprentice asked.

"The cold keeps most people away," Roland replied. "Monsters don’t mind that."

The answer earned several uneasy looks.

Ethan stayed quiet, observing the terrain. The wildlife was even scarcer than before — no birds, no small animals, no signs of predators disturbing the snow. Every instinct from his previous life told him they were approaching the source of the anomaly.

Hours slipped by without incident. They found no abandoned settlements, no corpses, and nothing that explained the strange reports. Little by little, even the apprentices began wondering whether the trail had simply gone cold. For a time it almost seemed as though the mystery had simply vanished.

Then a forward scout signaled the formation to halt.

Gareth moved forward immediately. "What did you find?"

The scout gestured toward a distant section of the valley.

"Commander...come look at this."

Far above, hidden among the ice and shadow, a pair of brilliant blue eyes watched the expedition move below.

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The marks weren’t tracks, and they weren’t the remains of a battlefield.

Small, precise scratch marks covered a section of frozen cliff face — not gouges, not the broad damage of something large and powerful, but clean narrow lines etched into the ice with careful regularity.

Roland dismounted and studied them without touching anything. "Claws," he said after a moment. "Small ones." He stepped back and looked upward, following the marks to where they vanished.

Several apprentices stared upward. One frowned. "Something that small climbed that high?"

Nobody answered, because the marks continued beyond what any of them could see from the valley floor.

Gareth examined the surrounding terrain rather than the marks themselves — not how they appeared, but why here. His gaze settled on a narrow ridge overlooking the valley, positioned for visibility and concealment both. A faint smile crossed his face before disappearing.

Hours into the search, a scout called out from the base of the cliff. "Commander."

He knelt in the snow, holding something between his fingers.

The scout was holding a tuft of silver-white fur between his fingers.

Everyone gathered. Ethan arrived and immediately understood why the group had gone quiet. The tuft of fur resting on the scout’s palm was silver-white, almost luminous in the pale afternoon light — finer and denser than anything native to the region. Roland examined it closely and shook his head. "I don’t recognize it." Several veterans took turns. Their conclusions were identical.

Gareth accepted it last, held it briefly, and handed it back. "Preserve it."

Ethan found himself staring at the fur longer than he intended. A strange familiarity tugged at the edge of his mind. Even his previous-life memories offered nothing. But an odd sensation lingered at the edge of his awareness, like something waiting to be confirmed. When he found a moment to examine it more closely, the instant his fingers touched it —

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[??? Trace Detected]

[Dormant Resonance Established]

[Further Information Locked]

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His eyes narrowed slightly.

??? Trace. Dormant Resonance. The System had never displayed either term before, and the silence that followed felt deliberate rather than absent. Before he could investigate further, the notifications vanished — leaving only more unanswered questions than he’d started with.

He returned the fur without drawing attention to himself.

High above the valley, the young silver creature watched. The moment the humans gathered around the missing fur, it understood immediately. They had found it. A faint unease stirred — the distance between itself and the expedition had grown smaller than instinct preferred.

Of all the humans below, only one held its attention. They settled on the dark-haired boy in the formation below. The familiar pull returned.

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The expedition pushed through Ice Valley until the sun began sinking behind the cliffs.

Gareth selected a campsite in a partially sheltered basin — cliffs on three sides, clear sightlines toward the surrounding ridgelines. Veterans secured the perimeter while the camp took shape with practiced efficiency.

Long after most apprentices had settled near the fires, Ethan remained outside. Snow drifted around him while the Eternal Sovereign Blade moved through the cold air in repeated sequences — vertical slash, horizontal slash, thrust — each movement flowing into the next, aura steady through his circulation pathways.

The final thrust completed the sequence.

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[Daily Mission Completed]

Reward: Attribute Points +3 | War Merit +30

Available Attribute Points: 9 → 12

War Merit: 431 → 461

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On the frozen ledge above, the silver creature watched in silence. The dark-haired boy trained beneath the cold sky while the others rested, his routine unchanged regardless of where camp was made. There was a steadiness to him the creature found difficult to ignore. Each time it chose a new vantage point it had somehow ended up closer than before — not intentionally, or so instinct insisted. The wound made unnecessary movement undesirable. Yet the pattern remained strange.

The familiar pull stirred within its chest. Not danger. Not fear. Something softer. It lowered itself against the ice and watched while the feeling refused to disappear.

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After returning to his tent, Ethan settled into meditation.

??? Trace Detected. The System had flagged something beyond its current ability to analyze, or simply not ready to explain. Ethan turned the thought over briefly before letting it go.

He turned his attention to Blood Essence.

It had accumulated steadily since the first battle, from both Frost Wolves and Dire Wolves. He focused inward and selected a portion for refinement.

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Blood Essence Consumed: 21 → 11

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Warmth spread through his body immediately, and with it something else — a faint pulse, distant, gone before he could grasp it. As though somewhere within Ice Valley, another existence had briefly responded to the same warmth. The sensation vanished before he could investigate, leaving only a familiarity he couldn’t explain.

The energy didn’t move through his circulation pathways the way aura did. It went deeper — into muscle and bone, reinforcing structure rather than flowing through it. He remained still and let the process run. Several minutes later it settled.

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Strength: 42 → 44 (+2)

Agility: 42 → 44 (+2)

Vitality: 48 → 51 (+3)

Endurance: 48 → 51 (+3)

Blood Essence Remaining: 11

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[Blood Essence Successfully Refined.]

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[Trait Acquired.]

Trait: Cold Resistance

Level: 1

The Host has successfully assimilated a trace of cold affinity through Blood Essence refinement.

Effects:

• Cold Damage Taken -5%

• Stamina Consumption in Cold Environments -5%

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Ethan opened his eyes.

Cold Resistance. The Frost Wolf’s essence had finally taken root — not strength, not speed, but the creature’s nature itself, absorbed and made permanent. He turned that over quietly. Every beast that fell beneath the blade carried its own qualities.

He filed that away and closed his eyes again.

Far above on the frozen ridge, the silver creature’s wound had worsened. A strange energy persistently seeping into the injury, stiffening the tissue around it, turning a dull ache into something sharper with every breath.

Its eyes lingered on the camp below longer than usual.

Then a veteran near the perimeter stiffened. His gaze moved toward the cliffs above the basin and his expression shifted — not fear, but the look of someone who had noticed something unexpected.

"Commander."

Conversations ceased. Gareth rose from the fire. Roland’s hand drifted toward his sword hilt. Apprentices felt the shift and fell silent without quite knowing why.

"What is it?" Gareth asked.

The sentry raised a hand. "There."

Every gaze followed upward.

High above the basin, standing on a ledge of ancient ice beneath the moonlight, a silver figure watched the camp below. Its fur caught the pale glow of the night sky. Brilliant blue eyes observed with calm indifference. The distance made the details difficult to read, but no one doubted what they were seeing.

One apprentice inhaled sharply. "So it really exists."

No one answered. The abandoned territories, the dead Frost Wolves, the claw marks, the silver fur — every mystery that had followed them through the Wildlands suddenly had a face. And it looked young. Far younger than anything responsible for all of that should have been.

Gareth studied it quietly. Predators carried hostility. Powerful monsters exuded killing intent. From the silver creature he sensed neither. It simply watched, the same calm it always had — as though the expedition was the curiosity, not itself.

Even from that distance, Gareth caught the faint stiffness in its movements, as though one side of its body wasn’t moving as freely as the other.

Then its gaze shifted.

Past the veterans and Gareth. The brilliant blue eyes settled directly on Ethan, and for a brief moment, neither moved.

Gareth noticed the shift immediately. The creature had ignored the veterans surrounding the camp, glanced past him without hostility, and fixed its attention on Ethan instead. He said nothing, committing the detail to memory. Some answers revealed themselves only after enough pieces had been gathered.

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[??? Trace Detected]

[Dormant Resonance Strengthened]

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The notification vanished.

The creature remained where it was for a heartbeat longer, its brilliant blue eyes fixed on Ethan. Only then did it turn, leap effortlessly across the frozen ridges, and disappear into the glaciers.

The silence it left behind lasted a long time.

No one could dismiss the mystery now.

Far above, the young creature finally slowed. The wound pulsed faintly in the cold wind. Its eyes lingered on the camp longer than usual.

Its eyes drifted one final time toward the distant camp below — toward the dark-haired boy. A sudden warmth spread across its chest. For the first time in days, its instincts didn’t urge immediate retreat.