In the middle of the heavy snowstorm, where Soul spotted a figurine, everyone prepared for the unsought convene, steadily stood on the soft white cushion like ground while awaiting its upcoming.

'Yeti,' shouted Sher in trepidation. ‘It had discerned us.’

A Mountain Yeti, a wild creature where could only be found in the rural area of high frozen ground. They were the mountain protector. It was told by the old folks since the ancient time when God was still ruling over the sacred land. These Yetis were thus place to protect the sacred land from any trespasser.

They usually move in a pack of 6 while on hunt for food or traversing. Feed mainly on any warm blooded creature they ever come across. Although they might lack intelligent but these fanatic creature possess tough hide and powerful paw.

‘This is not going to be easy,' said Jess. ‘And they usually move in a pack of 6.’

'That means they are five more nearby,' said Soul as she frowned her eyes.

‘If it’s only one, let me take care of it,’ said Sher as she stepped forward facing the 9 feet tall Yeti. She drew out her long silverish spear and pointed at her target.