One after another, the soldiers, cultivators, and supply caravans moved forward through the boundary abyss, and for the first time in living memory there was no panic, no screams, and no sudden loss of life swallowed by the darkness beneath their feet. The ice belle's domain enveloped everything in sight, stretching endlessly from one end of the abyss to the other like a frozen corridor carved by a sovereign will. The blackened ground that once reeked of decay and despair was now sealed beneath layers of pristine frost, and the corrupted air that had choked even seasoned warriors was replaced by a cool, stabilizing presence that soothed both body and mind.
The soldiers walked in silence at first, many of them subconsciously holding their breath as if expecting the abyss to retaliate at any moment, but as step after step passed without incident, murmurs of disbelief began to spread through the ranks.
