Milo lifted his head as they trudged down a small slope coated in waist high snow. He shuffled to the side, feeling a clump of snow creep up his shirt. He clicked his tongue, unable to do anything about it except for push on.
Marcos trailed slightly behind, using the ice burst sword as a shovel and scraping any snow that Milo was flicking into his path aside with ease. Not that he realised it, but the chill emanating from the ice burst sword only served to make their surrounding colder.
The legendary sword was furious at the fact it was reduced to nothing but a shovel.
It wasn't just this either, all across their feet small insect like creatures crawled over them. They weren't deadly nor biting, but at the bottom of their feet … or legs, whatever you called them, they had small balls of what appeared to be rigid fur that tickled Milo and Marcos' skin as it traced them.
