The sharp-cold wild whistle as the blizzard blow harder, the cold wind passing with the intention to kill. In the vast snow-covered landscape, the tall pine tree stood like towering giants, in a world with only the shade of white, gray, and black around.
Kallil remained hidden in the tree line as he watch out for any possible enemy. His stolen cloak reeked with the scent of copper, due to the disturbing amount of blood it obtained from the enemies he had previously killed.
The sight of four figures took his attention, but due to the blizzard, he could hardly recognize who they are.
Deciding to take the risk, Kallil followed the figures from a safe distance.
