Chapter 52
Gazel almost chuckled at Blaze's choice of words, especially remembering what that white-haired freak had called him.
A cursed being.
Gazel figured that was just another title demons slapped on themselves. But what Blaze said was closer to the truth than even he realized.
They really were cursed.
And deep down, Gazel believed he might be the one who dragged them into this mess.
Forcing down the cold that threatened to freeze his insides solid, Gazel stood up and scanned their surroundings. Towering mountain peaks loomed in every direction, jagged and merciless. As far as his eyes could reach, there was nothing but snow. Endless, blinding, suffocating snow stretching far and wide.
"This is freaking driving me mad," Gazel snapped, his face flushing red with anger and dread.
"First that endless forest with no damn end. Then the burning desert that almost killed us. Now this. A frozen wasteland with no limit."
