The town lay silent beneath a blanket of ice and snow. What had once been a bustling settlement was now trapped in a frozen grip, with frost claiming the buildings, streets, and every living thing it touched. Lucan walked through the deserted streets, his breath forming thick clouds in the frigid air. His boots crunched through layers of frost, each step echoing eerily in the cold, lifeless landscape. The sky above was a dull gray, heavy with snow that drifted lazily to the ground, adding to the already suffocating silence.