The cold was relentless, gnawing at my bones despite my attempts to keep warm with small bursts of fire magic. I trudged forward, my boots crunching through the snow, each step an effort against the freezing wind.
The timer in the sky showed I still had 4 hours and 22 minutes left. Time was crawling, and the icy landscape seemed endless. Why have I been teleported to a place like that, Lise would have love it not me.
I scanned my surroundings, trying to stay vigilant. The ice mountains loomed around me, their jagged peaks piercing the gray sky. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone might ambush me at any moment. My encounter with the two students earlier had left me on edge, and the cold wasn't helping my nerves.
