Slicing through the entirety of the branches attacking us, I grabbed one of the severed limbs. As the branch struggled to pull back, I used it to force my forward movement into another direction. I launched myself towards the tree that was the source of the branches.
It was like a glacier built up over a tremendous number of years, that had taken the form of a tree.
Immediately beside the cliff, the tree of ice sprouted more and more branches.
Reminding me of a spiderweb, the countless branches spread out in every direction. On top of that, each of the branches began to sprout thorns of ice as they filled the empty air. Most likely if I were pierced by a single one of those branches, my entire body would freeze over.
That being said, with my full force attack already in motion, there was no way for me to stop from falling to the other side of the cliff.
(-like, I care!)
I expelled the fear from my mind.
Paying attention only to my position in the air and in keeping my own balance, in a way that would make even my body collide with it, I brought the scythe down at an angle. Ignore the splintering branches, the shattered icicles, the pain of impact. Since long ago, I was always good at ignoring my own pain. Be it physical or not.
For an instant, the wind calmed.
The glacial tree, cut diagonally straight through, fell. As I watched the severed tree fall away from me, I was suddenly struck by a sense of weightlessness as the cliff face began to rush by me.
"Ihihihihi!　Try not to go splat at the bottom!" Ignoring Add's commentary, I extended the scythe out as much as I could as I fell.
Just barely, I was able to snag the edge of the cliff face. Sliding down a number of meters, my desperate effort finally brought me to a stop about halfway down.
Case Files V, Chapter 1, Part 3