Chapitre 450: Ambush (1)

Every step deeper into the winter plain took them further away from the trees but closer to their goal.

Despite this, the openness of the plain provided them with a clear, uninterrupted view of their surroundings, with the stark, monochrome landscape stretching out in all directions.

Their steps left a trail of powdery snow in their wake, a telltale sign of their journey through the frigid wilderness. Despite the bitter cold and the endless expanse of snow, their spirits remained high.

The group stopped in the middle of the snow-covered plains beneath the endless expanse of a winter-blue sky. Garrett straightened up, his body tense, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Silence enveloped them like a heavy cloak, the stillness of the white desert amplifying the slightest sounds.

Even Erik, with his quiet demeanor and calm exterior, felt a chill that had nothing to do with the cold. He shifted uneasily, his gaze scanning the vast emptiness.