Frost

The icy winds swept across the desolate expanse of the northern reaches, carrying with it an eerie silence that spoke of long-forgotten secrets. The landscape was unforgiving — jagged cliffs of obsidian-like rock pierced through the frost-covered earth, while ancient ruins jutted from the ground like the bones of a giant long dead. Kade shivered as the biting cold gnawed at his skin despite the heavy cloak draped over his shoulders.

"Why did it have to be somewhere cold?"

He muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

Vask, who had insisted on accompanying him, walked a few paces ahead, his crimson eyes scanning the horizon. Behind them, Selyna moved soundlessly, her figure almost blending into the shadows cast by the snow-dappled ruins. The group was small this time, just the three of them, as Kade wanted to investigate the northern disturbance personally. Something about the reports had unsettled him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.