When Ryan finally crossed the giant bridge of ice that connected both continents, he frowned because he didn't find a single monster in the distance. The trip while crossing the ice had been utterly devoid of any fight, so he was hoping that things would get messy once he arrives.
"Their territory is pretty vast, but maybe the Russians are doing better than us," Ryan said. "Well, no point in waiting to be attacked by monsters. Let's follow the coast, as usual, buddy."
Furball barked, and he began to run. Even after several hours, Ryan didn't find anything on his path. No humans, camps, monsters, or dungeons… on the good side, the climate was much less severe there when he was in Alaska or Canada.