Frost Land

A snapping sound was hard, and Zamright felt that the egg had become lost and it was trying to bond with someone or something.

The Iron Coin has broken whatever enchantment was on it as well as comfine it from bonding with something again.

Zamright just fed it the blood essence without bonding with it.That was until it could no longer take more essence.

Turning around, Zamright saw the six arm was staring at the blood essence with drools.

With a wave of his hand, the blood essence was sent to it and with bliss it opened its mouth and the drops landed on its tongue.

Zamright looked and walked toward the extra egg that came.

As he reached the place, he found that it looked like an oversized chicken egg but with a complicated pattern on it that sucked in air.

Zamright dropped some blood essence on its body but unlike the other egg and six arms, this egg refused to take it in.

He thought for some time trying to understand why that was before he looked at the last Iron Coin and placed it on the egg .

The moment he placed it, the eggs trembled and then fused the coin.

Zamright smiled as he observed the egg before he muttered as he caressed its surface "So, what are you?"

After more observation, he concluded that the Ice Demon summoned this creature to buy time for it to escape from him.

Zamright was attracted by some sort of sound emitted from the six arm creature. He checked back at it.

The six arm creature's body became more tangible and there was a beating heart in it. Its eyes had become more alive than before. However, it also looked tired from ingestion.

Zamright looked around, there was nothing worth seeing and nothing was alive anyway.

He then walked and checked the now awakened creature. It was now given heavier pressure.

"Good. Can you take eggs!" Zamright asked, wondering. Immediately, the creature became smoke and engulfed the two eggs and materialized again. But now it's body has become bigger.

"Interesting! Zamright expected that it would use its hand.

Seeing that, he tried making it to take the Iron Coins inside it and it did with no hindrance.

With a smile they left the Ice Castle and Zamright continued to make the Iron Coins and stored it inside the creature.

"Maybe I shouldn't have latched my boat and Vault in my room. They may have followed me here!" Zamright grumbled to himself.

***

The moment Zamright was teleported, the Royal Guards and the King were notified. They organized elite Soldiers and sent them to the Ice Castle. But because of the logistics and the nature of the ship they took some time.

As for Zamright, he had left the castle just twenty minutes after he was forcefully teleported in and the first ship arrived an hour later.

Knowing the nature of the Ice demon, they expected that it would save Zamright's blood and later treat him but upon arrival they saw a cracked castle, and the demon was dead with no ounce of blood in it.

"Damn it!" the Royal Guard captain cursed as he looked around. The castle was mostly intact which means that the boy overpowered the demon.

"The core, where is it!" A Royal Council Member demanded after his ship just appeared atop the castle.

"Destroyed or taken!" the Royal Guard said, "But we are on his tail!"

***

Zamright knew nothing about where he was so he just wandered around along some signs of civilization.

His wandering bore fruit as he found some other wanderers that educated him about where he was.

He learned that this part of the world was called Frozen Land. The place has scarce resources and a harsh way of living due to wolves and other beasts.

However, there were always some people who called the land home. They range from small settlements to towns and very few underground cities.

There were also travellers that had the heart of adventure, they came to conquer the place as a form of training, mapping the place, assignments from their organization or searching for resources that can only be found in the Frost Land.

Whenever one of them sees a young boy with pale skin in the cold wearing what most may call 'minimalist attire' they know not to mess with him. Nevertheless, his friendly smile attracts them to him and they even share some knowledge they have.

Zamright has less experience dealing with people and how they may react to certain things but it won't take a genius to know that he was being hunted.

For that reason, he wandered haphazardly while also trying not to leave a lot of tracks.

Knowing he was being hunted didn't burden his mind and because of that the journey was peaceful and he loved it.

He had learned a lot of things about the world and what was the popular trend

Because he also has a mobile container he kept making the Iron Coins and purifying his body.

Zamright already learned how to go back to the continent but he has no reason to.

He now has two goals, until he gains them he won't address his situation with the Great Lantern.

The first goal was to cleanse his power as much as possible. That was to say, making more Iron Coins.

The second was to awaken his True Blessing but that can wait after he gained the maximum cleansing possible and in light of that he was walking toward the Oldest Awakening Temple in the Frost Land.

It belongs to White Blood Clan, a race of vampires that believe in peace with all other races.

No one knew how they stayed alive despite their mentality of non-violence but the world power now somewhat protects them.

Zamright was expecting them to be welcoming to him and maybe he may glimpse a history of the world from them. Because they live longer than human beings.

He could have reached the Temple by riding but he decided to just walk which may take years.

In about thirteen months, Zamright reached another breakthrough, he experienced weakness and loneliness as if he had removed a certain part of himself.

But he also naturally gained a new ability from his tattoos.