Chapter 13 Only We Seek Answers About Death
The climbers from Logos were scattered.
Initially a team of eight, within moments, only Al and the wise man remained.
Despair gradually rose in his heart, and Al could only trudge through the blizzard relying on his biological instincts.
The blizzard showed no signs of abating; it raged like a hungry and frenzied beast, rampaging through heaven and earth, devouring everything visible.
The wise man's face became pale from the cold, the only color was a hint of flush on his cheeks due to accumulated blood.
His body was not like those of the hunters, nor was it like the younger and stronger Al.
Hail fell from the sky, and the two had no strength to dodge or move quickly; the wise man's bones ached from the impact, he grunted, his body falling forward.
Al quickly reached out and grabbed the wise man.
However, misfortune often struck unexpectedly, beyond anticipation.
As Al reached out to grab the wise man, a massive piece of hail followed by the fierce wind struck Al's head precisely,
the core of the hail was a sharp rock, blood burst from a gash on Al's forehead, his skin split open, exposing bone, he became dizzy and fell down together with the wise man.