C223 Working Together

They were only a mere hundred to two hundred meters from the mountain's summit. Reaching the top meant they could finally lay eyes on the Fount of Essence.

A chilling wind, as if emerging from the depths of the Underworlds, swept through with a bone-penetrating coldness. The wind's howl, amplified by its friction against the swirling mists, generated a formidable soundwave.

This soundwave