His caution was fully warranted. Halfway across the lake, and Jenso had already cracked the ice three times, safely pulling himself back from the deadly drop each time. He was making good headway to the lake's center.

	But about half a kilometer from the coat of Pharia island, Jenso felt something smash against the bottom of the ice several times. Eventually a huge crack formed below him, several meters wide. Then several more cracks webbed out like lightning. What the hell was that? A dark black shadow passed underneath him, and slammed the ice again..