Alexander and his army trudged slowly through the thick ice and snow—almost magical how leaving the city of New Haven was like transferring to another world as the sun turned cold and the winds became frigid and bitter.
"How long will it take us to reach the city?" A gentle voice sounded—it was Himari who walked holding Alexander's hand to boost the effectiveness of her warmth spell, a gentle eastern gown all she wore in this horrid snow.
Alex himself, although immune to the cold, felt the chill was irritating as he wore a thick jacket with fur neck and hood.
"Depending on how many of the mutants are frozen in this hellish landscape and how many have thawed enough to fight and move."
His hand gently gripped hers and the pale fingers of Maria, who walked on the opposite side. Somehow, they had made a system where every half an hour, the girl on the left would switch, and no was Maria's turn with Althea before her.
