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Gragas stared nervously at the high altitude, where he saw the Snowpeak Falcon swiftly diving down. Its sharp beak resembled a cavalry spear on the battlefield, carrying unstoppable power and speed. Gragas was startled, knowing he had to act quickly to avoid facing deadly danger.
In the nick of time, Gragas relied on his years of training in harsh environments to react swiftly and leap to the side. His body pressed tightly against the cold platform's edge, and the falcon's beak narrowly missed him, bringing a gust of cold wind. The falcon's beak fiercely pierced the spot where he had just been standing, leaving a deep scratch on the mountainside, with debris and ice flying around.
Gragas's heart was pounding, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that this life-or-death game of evasion was far from over. He had to stay alert and be ready to face the next attack from the Snowpeak Falcon. His eyes were fixed on the giant bird circling in the sky, silently calculating his next move. He had to find an opportunity to escape while also protecting the ice crystal wheat he had just painstakingly harvested. In this icy and snowy environment, every move was crucial.
The tension from earlier had not completely dissipated when Gragas suddenly felt the ground beneath him become unstable. A terrifying thought flashed through his mind - the small platform was collapsing! His weight, combined with the intense leap he had just made, seemed to have put unbearable pressure on the weathered rock. He heard the faint sound of crumbling stones, and as the platform shook more and more violently, he realized that the situation was rapidly deteriorating.
Gragas struggled to stand firm, but the intense shaking made it almost impossible for him to control his movements. His hands and feet clumsily struggled, trying to find a support point, but every effort seemed to further intensify the shaking of the small platform. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, an extreme sense of crisis enveloping his entire body.
Gragas realized that he had to take action quickly, or he would face the danger of falling directly into the abyss as the platform collapsed. His gaze quickly scanned around, searching for a way to escape. He knew that even if he escaped this crisis, he would still have to face the Snowpeak Falcon in the air. But at this moment, he had to focus all his energy on solving the immediate danger that could take his life.
Gragas still hadn't figured out what to do. The platform completely collapsed, and at that moment, Gragas felt his body being mercilessly pulled by gravity, beginning to fall into the abyss. His heart seemed to stop beating, a strong sense of panic enveloping his entire body. In that extremely short moment, his life flashed before his eyes, a suffocating sense of helplessness almost causing him to give up struggling.
However, the instinct to survive let him burst out with astonishing strength at the critical moment. Gragas let out a roar like a wild beast, his hands wildly waving in the air, trying to grab onto any possible support. His fingertips touched a protrusion on the mountainside, and with all his might, he held on tightly, the powerful impact almost dislocating his shoulder.
The intense pulling almost made him lose consciousness, but he resisted strongly. His arms were under tremendous pressure, every muscle tense to the extreme. His breathing became rapid, his heart pounding like thunder. He exerted all his strength, trying to steady his body and prevent himself from falling again.
Gragas knew he had to act quickly, or his arm's strength would soon be depleted. He tried to move slowly, searching for a safe point to support his entire weight. At the edge of that desperate abyss, he realized that every breath could be his last.
Gragas struggled on the icy mountainside, every movement accompanied by extreme pain and labored breathing. In his heart, a sense of foreboding was growing. The piercing screech of the snow falcon echoed in his ears once again, stabbing at his nerves, seemingly mocking his plight.
"Damn it! This crazy bird!" Gragas roared, but on this desolate mountainside, no one could hear his complaints except for the echoes. His arms began to ache from the continuous exertion, each grip and movement feeling like a battle with the Grim Reaper.
Gragas knew he couldn't stop, the Snowpeak Falcon's attack could happen at any moment. He struggled to suppress his fear, aiming at a protrusion in the distance. His eyes shimmered with determination, despite his body reaching its limit, his will remained as strong as a rock.
As the Snowpeak Falcon's screech tore through the air once again, its sharp spikes aimed directly at Gragas, his terror reached its peak. Faced with this inevitable attack, Gragas knew he had nowhere to escape, his body pressed tightly against the harsh mountain wall, relying on his instincts and understanding of the raptor, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.
Gragas's judgment is correct. The Snowpeak Falcon cannot fly too close to the mountain wall, giving Gragas a narrow space to survive. However, despite avoiding a direct hit, the sharp thorns of the Snowpeak Falcon still left deep scars on Gragas's back. The pain surged through his nerves, blood stained his clothes, and dripped onto the white snow.
Gragas gritted his teeth, enduring the pain and weakness from blood loss. He knew he could not give up. On this desolate mountainside, every inch of land was a test of survival. His will was firm, and even though his body was covered in scars, his heart remained strong and unyielding.
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