As the Depravitas and Vikings pressed on, their eyes sharpened at the sight of massive patches of snow on their path. Snow is a common sight on a high mountain like Nagan. Once you were over 4000 meters, such a natural phenomenon could not trouble the group. The problem was that there was no ordinary snow.
A tense atmosphere gripped the group as demonic blood energy altered the once pure white landscape, transforming it into a grotesque vision of coagulated blood snow.
The snow had a sickly, reddish hue as if the very essence of the mountain had been corrupted. As the group focused on it, they could feel it pulsing with a life of its own, a ghastly reminder of the demonic presence that had tainted it. Lightning bolts continued to strike the surface, but the blood snow was impervious to the electric blasts.
