HPDBC Chapter 65 - 65
Chapter 65 - 65
Chapter 65: Chapter 65
Chapter – The Howl of the Storm
Fourth Day – A Sudden Blizzard
Alden woke up to an ominous silence in his camp.
The usual howling of the wind had stopped, replaced by an eerie stillness that made his instincts scream in warning. He stepped out of his makeshift shelter—a small cave he had carved into the side of a frozen cliff. The sky had darkened, thick clouds rolling in, heavy with snow.
A blizzard was coming.
Shiranui's fur bristled as he padded up beside Alden, his golden eyes narrowing. "This storm isn't natural."
Alden didn't need to be told twice. In a mana-rich environment like this dungeon, nature often didn't act on its own. Something was causing this storm.
He tightened his grip on Kurenai and stepped forward cautiously, his senses stretched to their limits.
That's when they struck.
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A flash of white and silver shot toward him from his blind spot—fast, predatory, and silent.
Alden barely managed to react.
—Clang!
His katana met a massive, scythe-like claw, sparks flying as he was pushed back. His attacker landed in front of him—a Frostclaw Predator.
Rank D+.
A monstrous fusion of a panther and a snow leopard, with razor-sharp claws coated in a layer of hardened ice. Its eyes glowed faintly blue, brimming with mana.
But before Alden could fully assess his opponent—
—Boom!
The ground behind him exploded as another beast lunged out from beneath the snow—an Icefang Basilisk.
Rank D+.
A serpentine creature, nearly five meters long, covered in crystalline scales. Its fangs dripped with venom, steaming even in the frigid air.
A coordinated ambush.@@@@
Alden clicked his tongue. Smart.
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It was injured, but it still had killing intent burning in its eyes. It crouched low, preparing for one last attack—
Alden struck first.
With a single, precise slash—he ended it.
The battle was over.
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Alden exhaled sharply, his body aching from the fight. He crouched down and extracted the mana cores from both creatures, their icy blue glow pulsing in his hand.
Then—he heard it.
A deep, resonating howl.
Not just one. Dozens.
Alden's eyes widened.
Through the thick snow, shadows began to emerge.
Wolves.
Dozens of Frostfang Wolves.
And at the center of them, standing tall with ice-crusted fur and glowing blue eyes—was their Alpha.
A D+ Ranked Frostfang Direwolf.
Larger than a horse, its fangs were coated in frost, and its breath came out in cold mist. Its mana pulsed dangerously, stronger than the other wolves by far.
Alden clicked his tongue. "You've got to be kidding me."
He was already wounded from the last fight, and now he was completely surrounded.
Shiranui bared his fangs beside him. "This isn't good."
Kurenai hummed ominously. "Boy, this might be your worst situation yet."
Alden tightened his grip on his sword. He had no choice.
He would have to fight.
Again.
And this time, there was no way out.
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