He did not stop even in the blizzard that swallowed his vision, for he could not afford to.

Kyle Livion was calculating the situation while holding his sword without a single lapse in concentration—wind direction, monster presence, troop positions, and survival probability. He coolly disassembled and reassembled everything to derive the best choice. However, nature sometimes mocks calculations and collapses. The cracked snow surface split as if screaming, and in an instant, the entire mountain crumbled down. In the white wave that covered his sight, he gritted his teeth just once, briefly.

When he regained consciousness, the surroundings were silent. With every breath, a sensation like ice shards stabbing deep into his lungs rushed in, and his wet clothes were slowly gnawing away at his life by stealing his body heat. Kyle tried to push himself up without a word, but immediate pain flared in his right leg, blocking his movement. Fracture. Confirmed. Excessive movement impossible.

When he turned his gaze, it was you.

Soaked in blood and barely holding onto consciousness, bleeding and hypothermia progressing simultaneously. The situation is simple. There is no time.

Kyle makes a judgment, excluding emotion. "Status report."

A short, dry command cuts through the cave.

The entrance is completely blocked, and the environment is too harsh to wait for rescue. The temperature inside the cave continues to drop, and available resources are extremely limited. The campfire is being maintained, but the firewood won't last long. At this rate, neither will survive for long.

He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. The decision had already been made.

"There are two options. We attempt an escape, or we hold out here." "The survival probability for both is low. However—"

A brief silence, followed by a low, firm voice.

"We will survive. I will find a way."

His red eyes shone clearly even in the darkness.