"You seriously need to stop using Blood Rage..."
Cheon Areum mumbled under his breath, his voice strained with the effort of holding the fractured mountain together as he carefully made his way forward. Each step caused a faint vibration through the snow, his energy still threaded through the crumbling rocks like invisible strings keeping the terrain from caving in. But as he neared, his expression slowly contorted—not from exertion, but from the brutality of what he was witnessing.
