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The wind turned colder and colder as every second passed. The heels of their boots have frozen and even the gloves failed to resist the cold. Several minutes have gone and their sole master of shield manipulation still knelt with frozen knees and palms. The ice prickled beneath him as his mouth released a warm exhale. Probably releasing the last of the heat in his body.
Moulin wanted to clear the ground of snow for his noble friend, however, the naked patch of the snowy ground might be visible from the wandering eyes from afar. He only focused to clear the cold away from the team, providing them a hint of comfort. It should be the least that he could do.
"I... I found a way!" Alsander resisted the urge to shout as he lifted his head and open his eyes. The first to react was Sir Rowan who was silently watching over him.
"What should be done?" Asked Rowan.
