Max silently restrained his aura using his green soul and stepped into the icy valley where the screams were heard and the rainbow light was shown.
Though called a valley, it resembled more of a frozen battlefield—an expansive glacier surrounded by jagged walls of ice, with sharp cones jutting out like spears and the ground slick like polished crystal.
The cold bit at his skin, but it wasn't the frost that made him pause—it was the heavy, violent pressure in the air. As he scanned the area, the scene before him was bathed in carnage.
Five or six massive snow bears, each at least the size of small trucks, lay dead across the ground, their white fur soaked red and their bodies mangled. Trails of blood led deeper into the valley, where more snow bear corpses could be seen scattered like discarded rags.
