The journey to Erentha was brutal.
After days of driving over rough terrain and rocky roads, we finally stopped at the outskirts right outside the castle.
The winter winds, had already set in and the snow pile would not allow for any carriage movement. So for the rest of the journey, we had to walk on foot and leave our luggage behind.
The air grew colder with every step, biting through my cloak like it had teeth. Frost crunched under our boots, and the wind howled, carrying flakes of snow that stung my face.
The landscape was a frozen wasteland filled with jagged cliffs of ice, trees coated in frost, and branches snapping in the strong winds. The sky was gray, heavy with clouds that blocked half the light that came from the sun.
Lucy walked beside me, her face pale, her eyes distant. She hadn't spoken much since we left Fumiko's house.
