The biting cold wind was like a torrent of ice blades, whistling through the canyons of Wolvendom.
The leaden sky hung low, its heavy clouds resembling Frozen blocks of lead.
Only twisted, withered branches remained of the towering ancient trees, pointing toward the oppressive firmament.
The ground was covered in snow as hard as steel, emitting a heart-palpitating ‘crunch’ with every step.
The air was bone-chillingly cold; every breath brought white mist, and it felt as if one’s lungs were about to be Frozen solid.
Permeating the air was an ancient and majestic will—
Cold, solitary, and carrying the afterglow of primeval wilderness and divinity.
The King of the North Wind, the Boreas of Andrius, enveloped this land of trials like an invisible, heavy pressure.
Skirk stood in the center of an unusually wide circular altar, beneath her feet were massive stone bricks carved with ancient wolf totems.
Surrounded by towering rock walls encrusted with never-melting ice, countless hideous icicles and wolf-shaped ice sculptures silently guarded their king.
The emptiness here was unnerving, as if standing in an ancient colosseum where the howling snow was the only eternal audience.
[Abyssal Echo III (Final Trial): Challenge the ‘Lupus Boreas, Great Wolf King of the North’!]
[Mission Objective: Endure under Andrius’s power until you earn his recognition!]
[Reward: Unlock the final clearance for ‘Foul Legacy’ (Abyssal Specialization – Hydro Adaptation)!
Qualitative change in Abyssal Power!]
[Warning: The target’s full strength is at the Sub-God level, a power level far exceeding the host’s current limits.]
Sub-God…
Meaning, stronger than a God’s familiar?
You System Guy…
Early this morning, Skirk got up without the system even calling her.
The reason, naturally, was the unlocking of the Foul Legacy.
As a result, when she saw the mission issued by the system, she almost choked on her own spit.
Are you playing’Sheep a Sheep’ with me?
Is this even the starter village anymore?
Complaints aside, Skirk still came here.
Untying her thick cloak, she revealed her casual clothes shaped by Abyssal Power.
Which was Skirk’s original outfit.
With a thought, a dark blue spatial rift opened, and the hideous wolf fang sword emerged with a bone-chilling cold, held steadily in her hand.
The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its deep blue glow the only distinct color in the gloom.
“King of the North Wind, Andrius…”
She looked at the phantom of the greatsword radiating a cold light before her—
Wolf’s Gravestone.
She gently touched the hilt.
A cool voice pierced through the snow, carrying pure determination and battle intent,
“Skirk, here to accept the trial!
Please grant me your guidance!”
Awoooo—!!!
A long wolf howl that pierced the soul, as if coming from the dawn of time, suddenly tore through the whistling snow!
The entire altar shook violently!
In the center of the altar, countless ice-blue light particles gathered and condensed frantically!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended!
It felt as if the entire sky was collapsing, the air becoming as thick as molten lead!
Pure, cold fragments of clearance belonging to the North Wind and the wilderness washed over her body and soul like a physical cold wave!
The Abyssal Power within her body hummed in the face of this ancient divinity!
But whether it was her body or her soul, both grew more excited under this pressure.
It wasn’t just the instinctive desire of this body born for (crossed out) fighting—
It was the battle intent of a strong person swinging a blade at someone even stronger!
The light particles condensed into form.
A giant wolf composed of pure ice-blue cold light and the biting North Wind stepped forward.
Nearly ten zhang long, its limbs were like ice-cast pillars, its massive head held high, and its crystal fur moved without wind, shimmering with divine radiance.
Those giant eyes, Burning with ice-blue soul fire, held the cold indifference of a God, but also a hint of scrutiny and expectation for the challenger.
Like an eternal glacier, it looked down majestically at the tiny challenger in the center of the altar.
Former contender for the Anemo Archon, the remnant soul of the Wolf of the North—
Andrius!
The trial begins!
Andrius moved!
No playfulness, no contempt.
He raised a front paw and pressed down into the void toward Skirk!
Boom—!!!
The air within a hundred zhang was instantly vacuumed and compressed!
A massive frost wolf claw composed of pure blizzard and ice laws, covering the entire sky above the altar, crashed down like divine punishment!
The chill that freezes all things came first, and the Frozen earth beneath her feet cracked inch by inch!
Even as a God’s remnant soul, its great power was not something Skirk could take head-on at this moment!
“Bring it on!”
Skirk’s pupils constricted, her battle intent boiling!
Abyssal Power circulated at an unprecedented speed!
Void Step!
The deep blue water film beneath her feet instantly condensed and exploded!
She turned into an afterimage, narrowly shooting out past the edge of the ice claw!
The ice claw crashed down!
The altar was like it had been hit by a meteor!
A huge crater appeared instantly, its bottom covered in grim ice!
The shockwave, carrying ice shards and crushed stone, swept through like a tsunami!
Though Skirk avoided the center, she was still hit hard by the aftershock!
Bang!
She let out a muffled groan as her body was sent flying, shattering a massive ice rock at the edge of the altar!
Acute pain shot through her, but she used the force to roll, stabbing the wolf fang sword into the ice to stabilize herself, her eyes Burning even more intensely!
No fear, only a raging, Burning battle soul that had been ignited!
Back when she first played Genshin, she had a feeling.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”