Chaser's Journal IV

Entry 4 The ground here is covered in blue ice, its traces running everywhere. Even a single touch means certain death. That much is obvious. I can search no farther this way. My plans continue to crumble. Guards. Servants. Ice. More servants. More guards. I cannot defeat even one of them. And even if I reached the Demonlord, what could I possibly do? Silence. Silence. Silence. I cannot believe I am uttering such weakness. I must succeed, no matter the cost. Failure is not an option. There seems to be less ice to the south. I'll search for a way up there. - The chaser