The freezing wind screamed through the tops of the massive pine trees, carrying a thick, blinding wall of white snow. The winter storm was so violent that the entire world had vanished into a spinning blur of gray shadows and biting cold.
Deep inside the thick, dark forest, the small group of survivors fought desperately for every single step.
Darius moved like a heavy, broken beast. His massive shoulders were hunched forward against the frost as he dragged Kael through the knee-deep snow. Kael's head hung loosely against his chest, his breathing short and ragged, his boots dragging uselessly to leave a deep trail in the white powder.
Right beside them, Varic was shaking uncontrollably. His hands were wrapped so tightly around the hilt of his broken broadsword that his knuckles were bleeding.
