As the relentless storm raged outside their camp, Siena gazed out at the tumultuous scene, her expression betraying a hint of frustration. The towering trees surrounding them provided some measure of shelter, but the howling winds and swirling snow seemed endless.
Princess Christine, considering their dwindling resources and the unyielding fury of the storm, voiced her concerns. "Should we consider returning home, Lady Siena?" she inquired, her gaze drifting to the sky where ominous clouds loomed overhead.
Their mana generators and reserves could sustain their protective barrier for only a limited time, and with the storm showing no signs of abating after four days, the prospect of continuing their mission seemed increasingly futile.