FROOOOOSSSH!
The howling sound of whooshing frost echoed through the world as two figures walked through a land of drifting white.
"Tsk, why am I even here at all?"
The voice, full of bitter complaint, came from a fat panther plowing through the thick snow, his pitch-black fur half turned white from the downpour.
Beside him was another figure, a man dressed in white made even whiter by the endless rush of snow.
Both of their movements had been reduced to tiny steps, taking one at a time with great difficulty as they resisted the biting cold and the powerful breeze that tried to force them off their feet.
Still, each persisted, albeit with great difficulty.
"Truly an intense amount of snowfall…"
Ryuk mused beneath his breath.
He had never seen snow this powerful before, and to think they had been in a place bathed in golden rays of sunlight just a couple of hours ago.
