Chapter 47: Deep in the Icefield, I Met My Grandfather Who Should Have Been Dead

The blizzard had just passed, and the ice field entered a brief period of clear skies.

Sunlight fell on the endless snowfield, reflecting a blinding silver-white glow.

Caesar stood at the entrance of the stone chamber on the mountaintop, gazing toward the center of the ice field.

The ancient gla...

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