The Overseers bearing bronze badges upon their chests had embarked upon a hunt; to capture the students who fled the perimeter they were responsible for, they roamed the borders of the Daylight Forest in groups of two. The earth warmed by the sunlight had grown frigid, and the wind surging amidst the tree branches was profoundly hostile.
"How vastly longer shall we march in this manner? What does it matter if they fled?"
Coveting to warm her freezing hands with the breath escaping her mouth, the woman trailed the footprints of the man marching a few strides ahead of her. As if being compelled to march in the freezing cold while they should have resided within their warm beds was not sufficient, a thick layer of fog encapsulated their perimeter.
