Chapter 307: The Lost One on the Northern Tundra _1
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In Chinston City, a city-state situated atop the mountains, harsh blizzards were an ever-present reality.
The icy wind swooshed across the steep mountain ridges, dancing with the whirling snowflakes.
The sprawling snow-covered highland, with snowflakes fluttering mid-air, each one seemingly alive as they twirled delicately before falling on the endless tundra.
Life still existed in this snowy landscape.
Occasionally animal footprints could be seen, gradually buried again by blizzards. At the end of these tracks, a skittish reindeer stood on the snow, staring in one direction. Not long after, as if sensing danger, it darted away like a loosed arrow.
The blizzard continued to howl.
The contours and patterns of the snowy terrain became clearer. A small figure seemed to be slowly moving against the wind and snow, far from where the reindeer had taken off.