"Who is that?"
The voice startled the explorers. Old Raul jumped up and snatched out a hunting rifle from his backpack. The other explores followed his lead and produced their weapons.
They were right in the bowel of a blizzard on the frozen wasteland. How could there be anyone else? Even if there was someone nearby, why didn't they see him?
Everyone looked out of the cave opening and saw a man walking toward them amidst the howling wind and snow.
Despite the frigid temperature, the man was only wearing a thin layer. His face was extremely handsome and two black penetrating eyes glinted in the snow while his silky black hair danced around his cheek. His statuesque body made his appearance almost god-like. The flurry of ice-snow mix bounced off of his body, defying any law of physics known to mankind.
"Look under his feet!"
Someone put in quietly.
