The group crossed the portal, and after five minutes, the whole thing disappeared, leaving only the troll's base behind and a lot of corpses as well. The group fell on their butts while breathing roughly.
"... Thank you, everyone," George said. "My guild, and I will never forget your help."
"Considering your words, it seems that we are dying here or something," Terry said.
As the temperature began to rise, the snow clouds gradually dissipated, revealing patches of clear, blue sky. George and his guild members felt a sense of relief as the warmth of the sun touched their skin after enduring the freezing cold for so long.
The transformation in weather seemed almost surreal, considering how a single portal had turned a significant part of their country into a frigid landscape resembling Antarctica. The sight of the blue sky brought a glimmer of hope to their weary hearts, reminding them that there was still a world beyond the frozen wasteland they had been trapped in.
