Soft white snow layered over the slopes, between the trees and rocks, the world, a field of silver and white.
The thick snow underfoot was soft, leaving a trail of hoof prints as the horses stepped through.
Louis and his group moved forward slowly. On the surface, it seemed they were casually wandering the snowfield, like a relaxing stroll after a hunt.
But, in truth, Louis was secretly guiding the direction of the group.
The path they were taking led towards the north, where the Intelligence System indicated the Grand Mage was.
Suddenly, a Vanguard Knight galloped back from the front.
"My Lord, we found a corpse of an old man ahead, his appearance is withered... and his wounds are somewhat strange."
"A corpse?" Louis frowned, his heart sinking, "Let's go, take a look."
This wasn't right, the Daily Intelligence System clearly showed that old fellow was only "unconscious," not dead.
After riding for just a moment, they saw the mysterious corpse the Vanguard Knight mentioned.
