The fierce wind raged, the blizzard attacked.
A figure held up a creaky, wavering oil lamp, struggling to climb on the slanted snow slope.
The biting cold and icy snow seeped into the coat and scarf, ruthlessly robbing the little warmth left.
The figure's steps became slower and slower in the snow that buried up to the knees and even waist, until exhausted, they approached a protruding rock wall, hiding under the rock to avoid the never-ending blizzard of the Spine of the World Mountains.
In the shallow snow around, a shelter cove formed. The figure put down the oil lamp, removed their gloves, and stretched a reddened hand into a pocket, holding a frost-covered eyeball and tossing it to the ground.
Crunch—crunch—
Amid the whimpering wind and snow, the sound of footsteps on snow echoed, and a tall figure burst under the rock wall.
