7 Huruoab!

They've travelled east for about 500 meters and didn't really find anything that met their best interest at heart. Short said, everything was coated with white frozen snow.

Covering such distance didn't really take much time considering that even while travelling over snow, each step of theirs ranged around half a meter.

That's a considerable amount, their average height was 10 feet tall so that aided making a good distance under just a few minutes.

In a continent like this one, such skill can be valued more than materialism itself since it aroused a key advantage, survival.

But since travelling east didn't really equal to anything that would benefit them, Zabal decided to use all opportunities of exploration even if it meant that they would be walking around randomly and hoping for the best.

In this case, hoping for the best was the most reasonable idea as they have absolutely no clue what this continent contained.

"Let's head north again, this route isn't gifting us with anything." Zabal commanded, his entire tribe heeding such well oriented request.

Picking such an option might have been the best idea yet, considering what they've found just over 200 more meters of travel!

They found a hill, a snowy hill obviously but this one carried a characteristic that would make one think just one word, shelter.

The hill featured an entrance on its bottom left that represented an entrance for a cave, odd to find in a flat land really but this body of land wasn't entirely flat after all.

Although covered with snow, the hill had to be over 100 feet tall and 250 or so feet wide, it wasn't big enough to be compared with a mountain but yet the promise it showed screamed waves.

Getting closer, the entrance itself stood just about 6 feet wide and signified a round shape although not smooth enough to represent any geometrical form.

Feeling warm enough to avoid any desperate moves, since they have barely travelled over a kilometer from the starting point, Zabal ordered. "Bone spears up."

Thanks to how little time it took him to form a spear, all 17 of the tribe members have been well equipped with these weapons and there are dull bones on the tribe which will be sharpened later.

Whispering, the chief of this tribe expressed his concern. "We have to be careful, my friends. Who knows what's in there."

And so Zabal wanted to walk in but was halted by master Quabin who expressed, "It's best if I go in first, if you're dead then so are all of us."

Seeing that there was no hesitation amongst the small masses who were armed to the bone, the idea pitcher poked his head inside the little tunnel of an entrance and after a few seconds of observation, he walked in.

Upon entering, what captured his vision were these weird gems that glow purple in colour.

Apart from that, the bit of extra heat that blew on his face here were worth the mention as well.

The illumination of which the gems provided, wasn't blinding. Pale in comparison when considering what all this snow did to their eyes, but their presence here was interesting.

The gems were about 10 meters away on his left, mounted to the dirty and rocky wall, although most definitely naturally generated.

And the illumination they provided met a 5 or so meter radius in all directions it faced.

Taking more time to acknowledge his surroundings, Quabin could see identical gems about 40 meters away, far to the right.

These ones are almost parallel in placement to the gems he had closer by, the only difference was that they were further away to the side rather than towards whatever the front provided.

The same type of gems added texture to the rest of the cave, on the back end from the looks of it but they were placed a bit higher from basic elevation and some even reached all the way up to the ceiling.

Those facts aside, the gems here weren't nearly enough in quantity to bless the whole... cavern from the looks of it, with their unique purple light.

So Quabin stated it for his followers to be prepared. "It's dark in here."

Alkin was the second to enter the cavern and put in an extra effort to observe his surroundings so the people behind him remain absolutely safe.

Capturing his sense of hearing however, were not Quabin's careful footsteps but a grunt that was short lasting but yet repeated a few times.

Far in distance but not far enough, forcing the anxiety levels to spike up like anger once stubbing a toe.

Throughout his whole life, Alkin generally had a great sense of hearing and today it proved useful once more.

Blinking a few times since he remembered this being a good way to adjust to illumination be it dim or bright, finally meeting sunlight earlier on, enhanced such a thought, the magician met with an interesting theory.

He spotted a white but yet chubby figure, swiftly dashing towards the entrance. Necessarily, towards the whole tribe.

Feeling entitled as a barricade at this point, Alkin hollered. "White bear!"

And then with all his might, tossed his spear made out of bone, against the animal that interjected a sense of blood thirst against whom entered its den.

The spear punctured through the cavern's lack of light better than anyone wanted it to, Alkin being massively physically fit like everyone else here, encouraged such speed.

But the sense of fear for both himself and the tribe, added an extra kick to what damage can the spear leave as a raging aftermath.

The lava carved bone met with the bear's fur, punctured right near the spine in the middle back actually.

But...

Even with such strength and flown elegance, the spear didn't manage to kill the white bear but it did slow it down a little bit, yes.

His heart growling in fear and an itch for success overtaking, all in between a few seconds after Alkin shouted, the tribesman who first took a step in this place, didn't fail to encourage action.

Although unable to see like the younger man by his side does, Quabin's quick reflexes managed to repeat the motion almost at the same time, the only difference was a held back breath of time.

The master thundered his spear against what they labelled as an enemy, and although less accurate, it did manage to hit the bear right through the leg.

At this point, the enemy decided to make its stance stronger.

About 20 meters away from the attackers, it stood tall and straight, waving its arms as a soul trembling shout echoed through the cavern and reflected in everyone's ears, syllable by syllable. "Huruoab!"