"Rrrrr… I can't feel my legs anymore… This weather is brutal." A mercenary shuddered as he grabbed his coat and tightened it around his body, trying to cover it from the cold. The weather was brutally cold.
It was so cold, in fact, that the mercenaries could see their breath freeze the moment it left their bodies. Each breath felt really painful as if someone was freezing their lungs and then burning them.
"Where are we supposed to go now, Deka?" Another asked as he looked down at the slope. Down there was a raging ocean of water that they could never take a step into. Their only path toward the settlement had been fully closed and they could do nothing about it.
"It looks like a good swim," Arthur muttered.
"Are you crazy?! You want to swim in that?!" One of the mercenaries heard him.