It was a dead night, where the endless darkness merged with the merciless cold of the frozen island. The temperature was brutally low, making every step a struggle, every breath a biting chill.
Navigating through this harsh terrain was difficult, visibility nearly nonexistent. If not for the pale glow of the moon casting its dim light over one side of the island. It wasn't much, but it was just enough to make traversing the frozen ground and enduring the occasional snowstorms slightly more manageable.
Tonight, however, Atlas wasn't alone. He was accompanied by Baldric, Kurogasa, and Morganna. And for once, he was grateful for Baldric's presence. At the very least, Baldric's natural body heat provided some relief from the unbearable cold, allowing Atlas to edge closer and steal some warmth from the towering dwarf beside him.
