Chapter 407: Grimstone Mountain
Mt. Moon Fang stood tall in the distance, its peak stretching towards the sky. It had been two days since their departure, and yet Stryg somehow felt as if they had been traveling for much longer.
The air became colder the higher the Blood Fang hunters climbed up Grimstone Mountain. The howling winds had ceased as the sun reached its zenith in the sky, but the sun’s warmth did not reach the travelers. The snow reached up to the goblins’ waists. Marching through the snow would have been taxing on the entire group and would have cost them an extra day or two. Fortunately, there were two orange mages among them.
Stryg and Tauri took turns melting a path through the snow with their flame magic. The others followed behind in a straight line and used their larger frames as windbreaks.
Tauri channeled flames in a small cone in front of her to conserve energy. Flame spells consumed mana much faster than the other spell forms, save for storm magic.
“You really traveled with one of those serpent fiends? And she didn’t try to kill you?!” Srixa exclaimed in disbelief.
Stryg shrugged, “W-Well… she tried to, multiple times. But she couldn’t quite do it.”
“‘Cause you beat her into submission with your magic?” the huntress guessed.
“No, actually, I lost the first time we fought,” Stryg admitted. “I’m not sure I could even defeat her now. Lysaila is a grandmaster swordswoman and a deadly lamia.”
“Then how did you stop her?” Srixa asked, confused.