The next morning, they continued their journey across the snow-covered ground. With every step forward, the air grew progressively colder, biting through their clothing and stinging their exposed skin. The blue glow on the horizon had become much clearer than before—what they had initially mistaken for a single mountain was actually an entire mountain range. Towering ice peaks rose endlessly into the sky, their sharp ridges piercing through the thick clouds above. The mountains were so vast and impossibly high that their tops disappeared completely, swallowed by layers of mist and cloud. The sight alone carried a kind of overwhelming pressure, as if the land itself was guarding something precious and dangerous deep within its frozen heart.