Chapitre 62: Dungeon

Milo and Marcos continued to trudge through the endless snow. Milo lifted his hand above his eyes, peering out across the ground beneath them. He let out an annoyed grunt as a frozen twig snapped beneath his feet.

It was all snow … literally. As far as he could see from when they started the tireless descent of the volcano, it was all just pearl white. There was no greenery, there was no desert, not even any rocks beneath the snow. It was all just plain white snow.

Milo and Marcos now sported some dangerous looking clothing. Marcos had spent hours sowing together coats and bottoms for both he and Milo to wear using the yeti's fur. Milo's was slightly too big for him, but luckily this meant that he was able to wrap his feet in the fabric as well, protecting his toes that were growing increasingly vulnerable to frostbite.