Alex couldn't quite understand what he was doing standing in a freaking snowstorm.
He'd planned to appear in Albus's house to have a quick chat with the old scholar about Emily's condition.
Perhaps, the old professor might have an idea, after all, a problem shared is a problem half solved.
Unfortunately, he found himself stuck in a snowstorm that stretched on for as far as his eyes could see.
He considered the chances of having gotten the coordinates wrong but that was impossible, so he considered other options.
"Something is wrong." He muttered.
Frowning deeply, he decided to investigate.
Taking steady steps forward, he trudged through the snow while tracing the mark he left on Albus.
***
He couldn't believe his eyes as he stood where he did, watching the entire city of Aragon fall prey to whatever madness had overtaken the populace.
