The following morning, having which activity to do today, the boys moved. The taxi deposited them at the base of a behemoth that scraped the sky – White Devil Mountain.
Living up to its name, the peak was dusted with pristine snow, shimmering like a crown of diamonds under the clear morning sun. Towering pines, cloaked in a heavy blanket of white, marched up the slopes, their dark forms creating a stark contrast against the blinding snow.
A brisk wind swept down from the mountain, carrying the crisp scent of pine and freshly fallen snow. The air crackled with a frosty energy, invigorating after the warmth of the city. A bustling lodge loomed ahead, its windows glowing with golden light, a beacon of warmth and comfort in the stark landscape.
