Kapitel 133: Return and Separation

The two black and white figures raced through a land of ice and snow, the intermittent gusts of fierce winds occasionally interrupting their advance.

But like stubborn bulls that knew nothing but to charge ahead, they raced towards the bleak region shrouded in a fog of smoky darkness.

Princess Qamari's first experience with snow began on the wrong foot. A person that grew up in a broiling desert and, on top of that, was raised as a princess in a palace, had to journey through an Ice Cyclone that froze even the strongest magicians to statues.

Her heart filled with distaste and dissatisfaction with the piercingly wet matter.

The cold blizzard with its unceasing snowballs had her teeth chattering as her nose, under her veil, ran with thin mucus. Her hands were frozen numb, the piercing pain from the frostbitten limbs turning into a dull distant ache.

Her feet grew heavy and dragged through the thick snow.

Her eyes ran and her throat felt sore.