Soon, after traversing through the cold and harsh terrain for no more than fifteen minutes, Cyanide arrived at his destination. He wasn't particularly rushing, but at the same time, he wasn't simply taking a leisurely walk either. That being said, this casual strolling speed was already on par with the world sprinting record back on Earth, so saying that wasn't much of a description.
In any case, what lay before him were two twin mountains, side-by-side. They weren't too far from the village he had came here from, and there seemed to be an ice bridge of sorts connected the two. The only problem was… well, the bridge was high up in the air, and were connected to the only entrances into the mountains—a cave mouth on each.