Frostbitten Shadows

The journey to Ithrial was as harsh as Lirien had warned. Days turned into weeks as the group trudged northward, their path taking them through treacherous terrain and unforgiving weather. The once-lush forests gave way to barren tundra, and the cold became an unrelenting adversary.

Daniel's scales shimmered with frost as he cut through the icy winds. His breaths came out in short puffs, the chill biting into his lungs. Mira walked beside him, her cloak wrapped tightly around her as she scanned the horizon for any signs of life—or danger.

"We're close," Lirien said, breaking the silence. They pointed to a jagged mountain range in the distance, its peaks shrouded in thick, swirling clouds. "Beyond those mountains lies Ithrial."

Kellan groaned, adjusting the straps of his pack. "Great. More climbing. My legs are already screaming from the last cliff."