"I can't feel my arms." Marta cries out, shivering in the cold.
"You aren't the only one who has lost touch with their body part, so stop complaining!" Luna bit back weakly. She was tired like everyone else. All they knew was that they were walking without even knowing for how long they had been walking.
Lucian and his team were weak, starving, and felt like they were also dying of taste; licking the weird continuous snow in the dungeon didn't take away their taste, but it only made it worse, as though the dungeon had a rule of its own that made it impossible for it to favor any living occupants.
