[3rd Person's POV]
The sound of crackling magic faded as the teleportation spell ended, the shimmer of the spell's light leaving behind Claude, Jade, Etienne, the five Lewellyn knights, and the mage who had just managed their return.
The group arrived at the clearing near their base camp, but something was wrong.
The air was wrong. It was colder, much colder than Jade could remember. Then, it hit them before they could even take a full step forward.
The ground was frozen. The mountain rocks were coated in a sharp rime of frost. And the wind was unnatural, howling low like a beast ready to pounce.
Etienne murmured in confusion, "What's happening?"
No one answered him. Jade had no idea. This place wasn't like this when they left. How could it be winter already when it was clearly sunny when they arrived here first?
Suddenly, Claude's sharp intake of breath was the only warning before he bolted forward.
"Stay here!" he shouted over his shoulder, unsheathing his blade.
