Two weeks later.
On the northern side of the Silvermane Planet, amidst the snow-capped peaks of an undulating mountain range, a pack of strong-looking half-bloods huddled behind the cover of a dense line of trees. Their breaths hang like clouds in front of them, as their eyes tried to catch something within the limited visibility of the ongoing blizzard.
There were four of them, a magus and three strong saint-level warriors. They were waiting for their target which had to cross a path located a mile ahead of them at any moment. But the blizzard that engulfed the area suddenly made their job more difficult than it should be.
One of the pack members seemed slightly anxious as he said, "Chief, are you sure they won't be able to sense us?"
