After half an hour of arduous travel through the frigid landscape, the imposing silhouette of Hawthorne finally emerged on the horizon.
Its towering walls loomed like ancient sentinels, encircling the city in a protective embrace against the relentless tides of beasts that prowled beyond.
However, the formidable barriers offered little reprieve from the biting cold of winter, which seeped into every crevice, chilling the very bones of those who dared approach.
"Finally! Some human civilization!" Minho exclaimed, his voice echoing with a mix of relief and excitement.
Without waiting for his companions, he surged ahead, taking the lead as if propelled by the promise of warmth and safety.
His sudden movement jolted Baekho, who had been dozing peacefully in his arms, waking with a startled expression as he readied himself for whatever lay ahead.
