The land lay blanketed in snow, the trees coated in the same icy veil, amidst a relentless snowstorm's fury.
In this unforgiving terrain, five figures trudged onward. Four of them were swathed in thick black coats, providing some respite from the perpetual chill.
Leading the group was a figure clad in lightweight black leather armor, offering next to no protection against the cold. Yet, he appeared least affected by the relentless freeze.
"Talon, what do you think how far is their camp?" Asked one of the people who wore thick black coats in defense against the cold, he had sapphire-like blue eyes with long blond hair that was drenched from the snow.
"Quinn, it's Lieutenant Talon for you." Spat Back Talon, the one who wore almost no protection against the cold, his living weapon gave him enough defense against both the heat and the cold.
