The air was thin and cold, biting at the skin and making it hard for anyone to breathe.
The landscape around was dominated by towering peaks of snow and ice, with sharp ridges and deep crevasses that could swallow a wanderer whole.
The snow was unrelenting, falling in thick flakes, piling up quickly and burying everything in sight.
A gray-haired boy pushed through the door and desperately carried a box of hard logs. It was so cold that he couldn't even sweat from all the hard work he had endured.
"Ubel? There you are." A man said with relief as he raced over to the child. His birdlike emerald eyes closed in on Ubel before it traveled toward the pile of logs. This combined with the sight of the child urged his smile to be warmer than before.
