The winds atop the mountain were chilling, Asher slowly descended headed for the fog. He didn't dare to transform and fly, he didn't know what this place held.
He reached the border of the fog, but he was reluctant to go in, how would he navigate through it.
"I can try to check it out," Elsa said, she went into the fog, but returned after a minute, she shook her head at Asher.
"The distance I could get from you was not entirely to get through the fog."
"Sigh, I guess I will have to tread this one blind." He took out his spear, he wanted to use it the same way blind people used sticks. With the spear leading the way, he stepped in.
A cold far more worse than what he had faced assaulted his body, his teeth clattered violently. His body shivered even with all the steps he had taken to keep himself warm. His hands stiffened because of the cold.
