White.

The falling snow had turned the world white.

Flying in a snowstorm, much less outside the protective dome of the safe zone, was, as most would say, suicidal. However, for the pilot and his two passengers, this white world was much safer than anywhere else on this planet. The pilot cast a worried look at his twelve year old son who was desperately trying to keep the young woman beside him calm. She groaned in pain as she tried breathing her way through yet another contraction. She was in labor and the pilot was finding it increasingly harder to fly through the snowstorm. He'd meant to bring her to his hometown so that she could give birth safely and regain her strength before having to face those who were after her life. However, she unexpectedly went into labor a week before the planned trip and with the way things were going he couldn't be sure if they'd even make it out of the snowstorm alive; he'd never expected the storm to get this bad in summer. And then, the worst happened.

A groaning sound told the pilot that the engine of the helicopter had started to freeze. The latter realized that the storm was not only snow but also mana; ice attribute mana, something most engines made for speed were weak against. With his experience as a pilot and his knowledge of the region, the pilot decided to land in the mountains, before they ended up crashing, and use the power core to keep them warm inside the helicopter while waiting for the storm to pass so that he could could call for help from the military outpost at the edge of the range; he had already flown more than halfway across the range towards the outpost, so he was confident they would get help fast enough. As he waited, he tried to prepare as best as he could for the birth, in case they could not wait any longer. It wasn't until his son pointed it out to him however that he noticed the moving mountain outside. He could only stare in fearful awe.

White.

Deep within a white world, the cries of a newborn echoed.

The eye of the storm.

"Kian".