In a dark room, Max could see the silhouette of his daughter, who was standing in front of him. “Dad, it’s not your time to die.”

After saying those words, Erika put her finger on Max’s forehead, and he woke up.

With his vision, blurry Max used his hand to wipe the bloody snow from his face.

He did not know how long he had lost consciousness, but he could be sure that it had not been more than an hour since the bear’s body was still warm.

“This time, you saved your father Erika again.”

Resisting the pain throughout his body and the burning caused by the snow.

Max took some nearby stumps and thick branches, which he arranged on the ground to form an archaic lever, which he placed next to the bear’s corpse.

After putting a piece of wood in his mouth, he began to press the lever, and when the carcass of the bear started to rise.

Max used his injured hand to push his body away from the white bear’s corpse; he could only bite the piece of wood because of the pain he felt.

But despite everything, he did not stop until he could get his feet out; once released, he carefully and very slowly released the wood with which he pried.

When the bear’s corpse was on the ground, the first thing Max did was spit out the piece of wood that had hurt his teeth and then took out his canteen of water and rinsed the blood from his eyes.

Because of this, his vision, which was blurred, returned to normal; taking advantage of the fact that he could see better, he took a drink from his iron canteen.

The cold water ran down his dry throat, which caused Max to feel that he was coming back to life even for a few seconds as the pain in his hand made him want to spit out the water.

After resisting the pain for a few minutes and regaining strength, Max decided to remove the armor from his left arm to see the damage caused by the bear bite.

Using his hand, he unbuckled the leather armor grips on his arm; when the last grip was released, the armor fell to the ground.

Without the armor, Max could see the horrible marks of six teeth that pierced his skin; enduring the pain, he moved his arm and checked it to see if it had any veins crossed.

Fortunately, the teeth of the bear had only damaged the muscle of his hand, so with his uninjured hand, he began to search for his small leather satchel.

‘I have to disinfect and suture the holes in my arm; otherwise, I may die from an infection.’

When he found his backpack, he took out a horn that had a wooden lid; using his teeth, he removed the cover, letting out the aroma of alcohol.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was biting the wooden lid, he poured alcohol onto his arm’s wounds.

The sensation of feeling the skin being burned by the alcohol made Max almost lose consciousness, but despite the pain, he did not stop and to ensure that no dirt was left inside the holes.

He cleaned one of his fingers with water and alcohol, then used it to carve the wounds from the inside.

Every time his finger touched the inside of a wound, some tears came out of his eyes, as well as some groans caused by pain.

After cleaning his arm, he left the horn with alcohol on his legs and then took out of his backpack a hemp thread and a silver needle with a curved shape.

He began to stitch his wounds in the best possible way without wasting time because he did not want them to open later.

When he had finished sewing a wound, he used his dagger to cut the thread and start another; this lasted for a few minutes that for Max were eternal.

When he finished, he cleaned his arm with water and soap that he had in his backpack and later covered it with a bandage to prevent him from freezing from the cold.

‘Well, I finish the easy part, now I have to build a fire to cover myself from this stupid blizzard.’

Max thought as he felt the cold air coming from outside and looked towards the treetops that were moved by the strong wind.

The first thing he did was walk towards the corpse of the bear from where he took his ax that was buried in the eye of the beast.

When he took it out, he only shook it to remove the blood and pieces of eye and bone that it had; after this, he began to cut some trunks and thick branches to make his little shelter.

With the wind blowing harder, Max began to arrange the wood to form a triangular structure in which he placed the skin of the animal that was covering his body.

On the small shelter floor, he put some leaves and the small leather satchel he used as a seat while he lit a small fire using alcohol as fuel to light the pieces of wood and leaves that he had gathered.

It took a while to light the fire as the snow had moistened the materials.

Max decided to see the damage on his face with the fire heating his body, so he took his iron ax and began to clean it.

Once it was clean of blood, I use it to see his face; although his reflection was somewhat blurred, he could see his face reddened by the snow burn as dirty from the blood that the white bear had splashed.

Max used his hand to feel the wound on his face, even though it hurt him a sigh of relief because the injury was not that deep since the helmet and the chainmail of his face had protected him.

But it was still dangerous to leave the wound untreated since being on his face could bring him problems.

When he took off his helmet, the first thing he did was use it to melt snow.

While waiting for the fire to melt the snow, Max bit into a piece of dried fish and looked at the white bear’s body covering itself in snow.

“I guess in this place, it’s just the two of us; I won’t blame you for my injuries because we both fight to bet our lives.

But you can be sure that I will put your body to fair use as I will eat your flesh and use your skin to make a beautiful dress for Kassia. ”

When the snow melted, and the water began to boil, Max took the helmet off the fire and waited for the water to warm up.

After a while and with the warm water, I use the soap to wash her face, trying to leave it as clean as possible.

Max thoroughly washed his face with his eyes closed and resisting the pain until it was as clean as possible.

After finishing washing his face, he grabbed his ax and the alcohol to start disinfecting the wound.

Sven, who was somewhat worried about Einar, could only drink a little liquor while looking at the fire in the tent.

“When the blizzard stops, we will go out to find Einar; I have a feeling he may be in danger.”

Eskol, who was still next to Sven, just slapped him. “It will be fine since Einar is no longer a child.

But if something has happened to him, I will take responsibility. ”

Sven just exhaled and rested his head in his hands. “I don’t doubt his ability to survive, but you know that even though bears gather in this place.

They usually starve because there is not much food that can feed them.

That is why they are more dangerous than the bears on the ice drums in the sea. ”