There was once a mountain range called the Wall of Nulvin on this land.

It was a mountain range named after an adventurer from thousands of years ago—it was an adventurer who decided to head toward the North to find the very end of this world. The mountain range was quite rough and vast, but it was slowly absorbed into the huge Crack over a very long period of time.

Thanks to this, the Northern point of the Wall of Nulvin had a gentle slope compared to other mountain ranges. However, this did not mean that it was a convenient mountain range to climb over.

The Wall of Nulvin was so high compared to the other lands south of it, that it was difficult to breathe on once it was climbed. There were split and distorted crevasses hidden under the shallowly stacked snow, and beasts with grotesque forms crawled up from the Crack in search of their prey while panting.

Moreover, the burning heat rising from the Crack and the cold wind blowing from the North met to create irregular and crazy winds. Even the hardy creatures would have their eyes frozen over and be thrown into the sky if they let their guard down, even for a short moment.

“The Northerners call this type of wind the ‘screaming breath!’”

Lenly took a glance toward the back. He could see people following him while holding on to the rope that was firmly fixed with an iron core. There were about a dozen people following him, but one more seemed to have disappeared.

There were quite a few more people and porters with wagons in the beginning, but...