Randall tightened his grip on his weapon as the tremor slowly faded, but the unease in his chest did not disappear. His fingers pressed firmly against the hilt while his eyes remained fixed ahead, scanning the white landscape carefully.
He turned his head and looked at Wales, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Stay close," Randall said in a low voice, his tone steady but serious.
Wales nodded quietly, and his usual playful expression was gone. His face looked calm, but his eyes were sharp and focused. The small fur beasts crawling around his shoulders shifted uneasily, their tiny bodies reacting to something they could not understand.
The group began moving forward again, and the deeper they went into Frostvele, the stranger everything became.
At first, it was only the cold biting harder into their skin, but soon the silence itself started to feel wrong.
