Summon to The Sorcerers

The hard breeze shoved back Kane a little as he squeezed his fur robe tighter with his blue trembling hands. He was trembling so much but still was maintaining his slow speed towards the cave of The Sachem.

Suddenly, he lost his footing as he fell down on the hard snow. He knew it was over, once down he would not be able to rise back up. 

'Oh, God! So he had to fail to reach so near his destination. '

He thought as he felt himself lying on the snow, slowly losing the will to move. His energy was all but spent, his body gripped in the frigid cold. He tried to move his muscles a little but his body kind of refused to heed his commands.

Finally, he accepted his fate as his end had come near, so maybe someone would notice his body or message inside his clothes. Maybe they would know after his death, he should not worry.