Once they landed in the bright planet, Varian realized they were excited for nothing.
The sky was enveloped in mist. The frigid air he breathed in seemed like it was trying to pierce through his lungs.
The frozen landscape had nothing to offer at first glance. Right from his footstep to the edge of the horizon, Varian saw white. Not even a speck of dust to break this monotony.
'Then there's nothing alive on th—'
Varian was proven wrong before he could finish his thought as his lungs exploded without warning. Blood splattered on the ground, marking a spot of red in the ocean of white.
"Hey!" Maria was taken aback and hurriedly put out a protective barrier around her. She didn't attack but neither did she try to help.
After a second, Varian finally moved. He coated his body with aura to stop himself from being a blood fountain and hissed. "The cold hurts."
