Stepping out of the burning rift, Arlo felt the frigid cold biting his face, and when he looked forward, he could see it, feel it, and smell it. The snow was endless, as far as the eye could see. It was freezing beneath his feet, and he was already unable to process what he was seeing.
"Arlo! Look, it's cold, and it tastes…." The orc behind him knelt down and licked the snow, quickly screaming. "IT'S SWEET!"
They weren't the only ones freaking out, everyone else was the same, millions of orcs who had just marched out of the massive rift into the frozen Arctic North.
Arlo looked back at his team… which consisted of five more orcs, three women, and two guys, not including him.
