endless-adventure

The frozen landscape stretched out endlessly, a vast expanse of blinding white punctuated by jagged rocks and the occasional shimmering reflection of sunlight off the frozen lake. The air was crisp, biting at the fur of anything that dared walk out into the winter wonderland. Each breath hung in the cold stillness of the air, something about the blanket of snow bringing in a quietness to the world. Everything was soft and muffled, even the sound of crunching snow underfoot dampened by the weight of winter. The sun, although bright, offered little warmth, casting long shadows over the icy landscape, as if emphasizing the harsh reality of winter. Icicles dangled off the bare branches of the trees that lined the edges of the lake, glittering as the sun struck their columns. While harsh, there was certainly a beauty that only winter held, that edge of danger lingering in the frost. With their breath fogging in front of them, a ragtag group of Felvargs approached the frozen surface of