The sled in the sky rapidly accelerated, and Rote instinctively clutched the sides of the sled.
At this moment, Kela seemed to have discovered something. The previously smooth forward-moving icy path suddenly changed its direction and began descending rapidly.
Moreover, the slope appeared to be quite steep.
Rote's gaze was fixed straight ahead, watching as the ice-reindeer in front stepped down and seemed to drop vertically, disappearing from his field of view.
While Rote was not afraid of death, the place they were in now seemed at least as high as twenty or thirty buildings stacked together.
He had never been this high before; looking down from such a height was a bit intimidating.
But actually, it's not a big deal; it's just a bit high.
He comforted himself inwardly.
Suddenly, the sled seemed to fall into emptiness below.
"Ah!!!!"
Accompanied by Rote's scream, the sled began to slide rapidly down the steep icy path.
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