Under the cold and silent falling snow, a whistling wind of The Wild Hunt arose—
The fleeing Pengbonazi suddenly lifted his head.
Just then, he felt an intense threat.
But because his senses were completely obscured by the Winter Celestial's heavy snow… even when Pengbonazi looked up, he could only see the overwhelming snowfall. No sound reached his ears.
"...It's a trap after all."
Pengbonazi stopped running and murmured softly.
The howling by his ears grew more piercing, the Dusk Power trembling in the sky made his whole body tingle.
The approaching speed of that power was too fast. So much so that Pengbonazi gave up on escaping altogether.
...Let the other "selves" run away.
Under the pursuit of that kind of power, it was impossible to escape from this place.
It's better to turn around and fight for time!
At the very least, wounds should not appear on one's back—
