Deep inside the thick wilderness, the small group of survivors fought desperately for every single step through the knee deep drifts.
Darius moved like a heavy, broken beast, his massive shoulders hunched low against the frost as he dragged Kael through the deep snow. Kael's head hung loosely against his collarbone, his breathing short and ragged, his boots dragging uselessly to leave a deep, dark trail in the white powder.
Right beside them, Varic was shaking all over from the deep chill and pure fear. His stiff fingers were wrapped so tightly around the hilt of his broken broadsword that his knuckles had turned completely white. Megan kept her hands gripped tight on her daggers, her teeth bared against the wind, while Mira moved silently on their flank, her sharp eyes constantly searching the shifting trees for any sign of a chase.
