The snowfield is indeed dangerous, but the danger comes from nature and the environment, whereas who knows what's going on with the Ice Lake.
Alice arrived at a snowfield tribe closest to the Ice Lake.
After the previous great migration, the place was long deserted, but the basic structures had been retained.
Led by the warriors of this tribe, the group settled in a safehouse.
Alice used her magic to light a bonfire in the middle of the room and took enough food, fuel, and magic potions from her ring to stock the room, enough to sustain these warriors for the next few days, even for battles.
"I might sleep for a long time." Alice said to the warriors around her, "During this time, don't let anyone disturb me."
Alice rarely spoke to others in such a serious tone, and the warriors understood the importance of this matter.
Perhaps it was some kind of ascension ceremony.
They thought to themselves.
