Bab 848: 848. Centennial Ice Hunting

The mountains were full of a constantly shifting breeze. This calmed down at times but was always there in some form or fashion. When they party crested the next peak of the lower mountains they had finally made it to the mid peaks. The change in the air became a bone chilling cold that could eat away at their stamina the more they were experiencing it. 

"Let me guess, that is the centennial ice up there?" Gil's eyes were sharp and easily caught on to the ice that was on the rocks of the mountains. It was giving off a white fog that caused the surrounding area to become layered in frost and rough ice. 

"I would say that is what we are after. Everyone put on another layer so that we can stay warm." Walker was not letting anyone near the ice without being prepared. He knew that the cold was the most dangerous thing in the mountains and if they did not actively protect themselves then it would lead to death.