In a carefully concealed safehouse over a hundred miles east of Springdale, Adam finally arrived.
He had carved this underground structure with magic long before his battle with the Winter Lord. After all, he had already known beforehand the enemy he was going to face. As such, he had made his preparations accordingly.
Adam had not only chosen the battlefield and carved it with rune magic, but he had also prepared for the aftermath of the battle. He had been supremely confident that he would emerge victorious.
Even so, the battle had left him heavily injured.
Adam stumbled into the cave, shivering violently. His breathing was uneven, each step heavy and unsteady. Minor cuts and bruises marked his body, his robes torn and stiff with frozen blood clinging to the fabric and skin.
But those injuries were nothing compared to the cold.
