Hina and the others pressed forward, each step heavier than the last, as they continued their trek toward the place with no name.
The cold wind had long since turned cruel, slicing through layers of clothing and magic alike.
It howled mercilessly through the vast, white expanse, its voice sharp like a scream echoing across the void.
The blizzard bore down on them with relentless fury, a monstrous wall of snow and ice that battered their bodies from the side and made them stumble as they trudged onward.
Ice shards lashed at them, stinging like tiny needles against their cheeks, arms, and legs.
The frozen wind swirled around them in chaotic gusts, threatening to knock them off balance at any moment.
Visibility had become nearly nonexistent.
It was just an endless sheet of white, with shadows dancing in and out of the storm like ghosts.
Their only salvation came in the form of a cave, dark and jagged, carved into the side of a frozen ridge.
