Commissioned

A flash of sword light blinked in the snow. The message that Venerable Lord Ice left vanished.

"Head back!"

Venerable Lord Sword's voice sounded parched.

"We'll talk after we return to our room."

Venerable Lord Snow and Venerable Lord Frost were startled out of their daze, bitterness filling their hearts.

There was, of course, a need for discussion when they returned to their room but as they had stood frozen out in the open for nearly a quarter of an hour now, it would be a lie to say that they did not attract any attention.

"How much of what Ice said about the God Bone is true?" asked Venerable Lord Sword with a frown.

Venerable Lord Snow sighed and answered, "Possibly…one hundred percent."

"A hundred percent?!" Venerable Lord Sword turned around abruptly to look at his brother.

"Yes." Venerable Lord Frost nodded as well.