Blizzard (3)

I decided to lead the people trapped in the gymnasium to the station and leave the city.

In the midst of the pure-white blizzard, dozens of survivors were walking in a long procession.

When we first went to the gymnasium, riding on the golem's back instead of walking across the icy roads had been a wise choice.

Every time the golem took a step at the front, its tremendous weight shattered the icy road, allowing the people following behind to advance by stepping only on the broken path without worrying about slipping.

"My goodness..."

"Are all these monster corpses?"

The people were left speechless as they saw the corpses of white-furred apes strewn horribly across the road.

Some had lost their entire heads, some were charred black, and some had their chests pierced through.

They had died in all sorts of ways.

"Mid-grade mana stones..."...