Alaric breathed into his hands his breath coming out in white mist. He had found a mountain in his walk and started to climb. The journey wasn't easy; he slid a few times on the ice but managed to get on his feet.
The mountain would at least give him a vantage point on where he would go. He had not been attacked throughout the whole three-hour walk.
He wondered if he had scared the monsters or had he entered a stronger monster's territory. If so, then he was doomed.
The cold had started to increase as he moved forward, frozen rocks, water patches and hills of snow. He had fallen into those hills a few times.
He turned a bend on the mountain and saw a larger patch of ice frozen. Across the patch was a bridge that looked to ne made of ice or just frozen.
Alaric felt like he had made the best decision. A bridge wouldn't appear out of nowhere.
