Jerry moved his lips, wanting to speak, but his mouth was so frozen that he couldn't get a word out.
I pretended to shiver from the cold, pushing him forward. Those surrounding 'sounds' finally subsided, plunging us back into a sweet dreamlike state.
We were still a hundred meters away when the passage before us transformed again, and this time, it was a deep pit, an unfathomable abyss blocking our path.
"Can't wait any longer, we have to get across." Qinghan spoke very slowly, clearly freezing as well.
"There... there's a... rope." Jerry stuttered from the cold, moving his shoulders, possibly trying to remove his backpack to grab the rope hanging outside.
Qinghan turned on a powerful flashlight. He had just been using glow sticks for light as the flashlight also releases heat.
"A hundred meters," Qinghan stated succinctly.
