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Chapter 680: Frozen North 8 · Oct 12, 2026

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651 Chapter 651: Riley’s troubles 2 2026-10-12
652 Chapter 652: Reina’s troubles 2 2026-10-12
653 Chapter 653: Reina’s troubles Interlude 2026-10-12
654 Chapter 654: Reina’s troubles Interlude (2) 2026-10-12
655 Chapter 655: Frozen Resolve 2026-10-12
656 Chapter 656: Frozen Resolve 2 2026-10-12
657 Chapter 657: Frozen Resolve 3 2026-10-12
658 Chapter 658: Frozen Resolve 3.5 2026-10-12
659 Chapter 659: Frozen Resolve Interlude. 2026-10-12
660 Chapter 660: Light 2026-10-12
661 Chapter 661: Light 2 2026-10-12
662 Chapter 662: Light 3 2026-10-12
663 Chapter 663: Light 4 2026-10-12
664 Chapter 664: Light 5 2026-10-12
665 Chapter 665: Light 6 2026-10-12
666 Chapter 666: Light 7 2026-10-12
667 Chapter 667: Light Interlude 2026-10-12
668 Chapter 668: Light Interlude (2) 2026-10-12
669 Chapter 669: Frozen North 2026-10-12
670 Chapter 670: Frozen North 2 2026-10-12
671 Chapter 671: Frozen North 3 2026-10-12
672 Chapter 672: Frozen North 4 2026-10-12
673 Chapter 673: Frozen North 5 2026-10-12
674 Chapter 674: Frozen North 6 2026-10-12
675 Chapter 675: Frozen North 7 2026-10-12
676 Chapter 676: Frozen North 7.5 2026-10-12
677 Chapter 677: Unexpectedly Good? 2026-10-12
678 Chapter 678: Clara’s price? 2026-10-12
679 Chapter 679: A nightfall end 2026-10-12
680 Chapter 680: Frozen North 8 2026-10-12
681 Chapter 681: Frozen North Interlude 2026-10-12
682 Chapter 682: Frost Queen 2026-10-12
683 Chapter 683: Frost Queen 2 2026-10-12
684 Chapter 684: Frost Queen 3 2026-10-12
685 Chapter 685: Frost Queen 4 2026-10-12
686 Chapter 686: Frost Queen 5 2026-10-12
687 Chapter 687: Frozen Trials 2026-10-12
688 Chapter 688: Frozen Trials 2 2026-10-12
689 Chapter 689: Frozen Trials 3 2026-10-12
690 Chapter 690: Frozen Trials 4 2026-10-12
691 Chapter 691: Frozen Trials 4.5 2026-10-12
692 Chapter 692: Frozen Trials 5 2026-10-12
693 Chapter 693: Frozen Trials 6 2026-10-12
694 Chapter 694: Frozen Trials 7 2026-10-12
695 Chapter 695: Frozen Trials 7.5 2026-10-12
696 Chapter 696: Frozen Trials 8 2026-10-12
697 Chapter 697: Frozen Trials 9 2026-10-12
698 Chapter 698: Frozen Trials 9.5 2026-10-12
699 Chapter 699: Frozen Trials 10 2026-10-12
700 Chapter 700: Frozen Trials 11 2026-10-12

Chapter 680: Frozen North 8

In the frozen lands of the north—

Thud.

Each step sent tremors through the icebound earth, the sound echoing endlessly across the barren expanse.

Snow cascaded from jagged cliffs with every heavy movement, the land itself seeming to recoil beneath the weight of the approaching presence.

Creeeak—!

The frozen ground fractured violently as a massive club of solid ice dragged across it, carving deep scars into the glacier’s surface.

Frost splintered outward like shattered glass, the temperature plummeting further with every inch the weapon moved.

The creature that wielded it stood over five meters tall.

Skin as blue as ancient ice stretched over a body built like a walking fortress, muscles layered thick and dense as stone.

Its frame rivaled that of a troll champion, yet its elongated ears—sharp and elegant—were reminiscent of a high elf, a chilling reminder of its race’s intelligence.

A Frost Giant.

A name spoken with dread across continents.

The mana it exuded alone was enough to crush the will of weaker beings.

Cold, ancient, and primal, it rolled off him in suffocating waves, frosting the air with every breath he took.

Unlike lesser ice monsters, frost giants possessed primal frost—a terrifying ability that allowed them to command cold in its purest, most merciless form.

Not merely freezing water or flesh, but halting motion itself, reducing all things to stillness.

And worse still—they were intelligent.

They formed tribes. Built hierarchies. Planned wars.

They were not beasts, despite how humans desperately tried to label them as such.

Even dragons—those hailed as the ultimate lifeforms of the world—avoided provoking frost giants unless absolutely necessary.

To clash with one was to gamble against an enemy that combined overwhelming physical might, terrifying magic, and cold, calculated intellect.

Gallan, one such frost giant, stepped through a massive, rune-lined portal carved into the ice itself.

The air shifted instantly.

Inside the deep cavern beyond, the walls glimmered with unnatural frost, jagged crystals reflecting pale blue light.

Rows upon rows of cages—formed entirely of enchanted ice—lined the cavern’s depths.

Gallan’s heavy gaze swept across the scene.

The stench hit him first.

Blood. Rotting flesh. Fear.

The air was thick with it.

From within the cages came muffled cries—some weak, some hysterical, some eerily silent.

Humans, demi-humans, and other intelligent races were imprisoned together, their bodies bruised, frozen, broken.

Some clung desperately to life, fingers wrapped around icy bars that burned their skin on contact.

Others no longer moved.

Bones lay scattered beneath cages.

Frozen limbs jutted at unnatural angles. Eyes stared blankly, locked forever in their final moment of terror.

Death loomed everywhere.

This was not a prison meant for containment.

It was a waiting room for slaughter.

Gallan’s grip tightened around the icy club as frost surged along its surface, the cavern’s temperature dropping even further in response.

His expression remained unreadable—carved from ice and age—but his eyes lingered briefly on the living captives.

Not with pity.

But with assessment.

”N–No, please, I—”

”Hush now,” the old man said gently, almost tenderly. ”I only need a little blood.”

”P–Please—!”

The young man’s plea never reached its end.

In a single, precise motion, a dagger flashed.

The blade pierced straight through his skull.

There was no scream—only a sharp, wet sound as his body went limp, eyes glazing over in an instant.

The old man did not even flinch.

He leaned closer, his weathered face illuminated by the dim crimson glow that began to pool beneath the corpse.

With practiced fingers, he dipped the dagger into the still-warm blood and began to trace a sigil upon the man’s forehead.

Curved lines.

Twisting marks.

A symbol that should never have existed.

As the final stroke was completed, the rune pulsed.

Once.

Twice.

Then it flared violently red.

The man’s head burst, fragments of bone and frozen blood splattering across the icy floor, instantly crystallizing upon contact with the frigid air.

”May the great lord bless you...” the robed man whispered reverently.

His voice trembled—not with fear, but with ecstasy.

The aged man straightened, breathing heavily, his eyes shining with an unhinged devotion.

The black robes clinging to his frail frame fluttered slightly as unseen energy rippled through the cavern.

Then—

A presence.

The air grew heavier.

Colder.

The fanatic froze.

Slowly, he turned.

”Chief Gallan.”

He bowed deeply, pressing a bloodstained hand to his chest.

”How are things...?” Gallan’s voice rumbled, deep and distant, like shifting glaciers.

”Kuku...” the old man chuckled softly, straightening as if proud of his work. ”As you can see, everything is proceeding smoothly. The share of captives you’ve spared for our church is truly appreciated.”

He gestured broadly to the cages, to the bodies, to the blood-soaked runes carved into ice and flesh alike.

”Our lord greatly appreciates such... fascinating sacrifices.”

Gallan said nothing.

His massive form stood unmoving, icy eyes fixed on the crazed human before him.

Among humans, he had seen greed, cowardice, and desperation—but this was something else entirely.

Madness born of worship.

False gods.

Filthy devotion.

If circumstances were different, Gallan would have crushed the man beneath his heel without hesitation.

But he did not.

Because the human was useful.

Gallan neither knew nor cared what purpose these sacrifices served, nor what grotesque ritual the old man and his priests were preparing.

The details were irrelevant.

As long as it furthered his queen’s will—

Nothing else mattered.

”The plan?” Gallan asked.

His voice was low, rumbling like distant thunder beneath ice.

The old man stiffened for a moment before quickly realizing what the frost giant meant. A thin, eager smile crept across his lips as he nodded repeatedly.

”It is proceeding smoothly,” the priest said. ”The arrangements with your queen are well underway—there is no need for concern.”

He spread his arms slightly, as if presenting an invisible masterpiece.

”Soon, death itself will rise. And when it does... you shall have full command over them.”

Gallan gave a slow, approving nod.

They did not truly need these humans.

His queen’s power alone was enough to drown nations in frost. But the orders had been clear—these sacrifices, these rituals, were necessary for what was to come.

Tools, nothing more.

Turning away from the priest, Gallan looked deeper into the cavern.

His gaze sharpened, and the mana within him stirred.

Frost crept along the ground at his feet as his perception extended far beyond the cave’s mouth.

In the distance—

A castle of ice stood tall.

Majestic. Absolute.

Its spires gleamed like frozen stars beneath the pale northern sky.

Around it gathered countless frost-born races—beasts, giants, spirits, and monsters shaped by eternal cold.

Camps and frozen dwellings surrounded the fortress, forming what could only be described as a city carved from ice itself.

Among them stood his own kin, towering and proud.

Near the castle walls, a massive frost dragon lay coiled, its breathing slow and steady, each exhale frosting the air around it.

An army.

Assets.

A force ready to move.

With the dark priests’ ritual advancing as planned, it would not be long before the first step was taken.

”By the way, Chief Gallan,”

the old man said carefully, his tone shifting.

”If I may ask... what does the queen intend to do with the Grand Duke Heavens?”

The name carried weight.

There was only one human they openly referred to as Heavens—the strongest swordsman of the human race.

A being whose very existence could shatter their plans if left unchecked.

Gallan stopped.

For a brief moment, the temperature in the cave seemed to drop further.

He turned his head slightly, icy eyes glancing back at the priest.

”That is not our concern,” Gallan replied curtly. ”He is yours to deal with.”

The words were cold. Final.

With that, Gallan continued deeper into the cave, his heavy footsteps echoing through stone and ice alike, leaving the old priest behind—smiling thinly.

...

”Hoh...”

A faint breath of frosted mist escaped Snow’s lips as she exhaled.

She briefly brushed a gloved hand over her shoulders, adjusting the thick white coat draped over her frame.

A matching jacket hugged her form beneath it, a pristine white scarf wrapped neatly around her neck as she stepped lightly across the snow-covered ground.

”I thought the cold doesn’t affect you?”

Riley asked, glancing sideways at her.

”It doesn’t,”

Snow replied calmly.

”But dressing properly is still a must for a lady, you know.”

There was the faintest hint of amusement in her voice.

Deep within the forests of the northern lands, the two of them walked side by side, their footsteps the only sound breaking the silence.

Towering frost-laden trees surrounded them, branches creaking softly beneath layers of ice as pale light filtered through the canopy.

Even without releasing their mana, they could feel it.

The dread.

The moment they had crossed into the north, it had been unmistakable.

The entire frozen land was being smothered by a foreign presence—an overwhelming mana that seeped into the air itself.

Cold.

Dark.

Oppressive.

It was similar to the mana one would sense before a dungeon outbreak... yet fundamentally different.

More deliberate.

More unified.

As though the entire region was breathing in unison under a single will.

And that was what made it truly unsettling.

This mana did not come from countless scattered sources.

It most likely stemmed from one distinct existence.

Right now, the two of them moved alone, having deliberately ignored the natural order of things.

They had entered the territory without greeting the ruling lord of the north, without announcing themselves to the Grand Duke whose domain they had crossed.

No banners.

No escorts.

No warnings.

Riley slowed slightly and looked to his side.

Snow walked forward with steady steps, her expression calm, almost serene.

Yet he knew better.

Soon, a trial awaited her—one she had to face alone.

Something tied not to strength alone, but to her resolve.

A quiet determination settled in his chest.

Subtly, imperceptibly, his divinity stirred. It wrapped around his body like an unseen mantle, restrained yet ready

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