The cold air stung Henry's face as he trudged through the remains of the Arcade household, now a frozen wasteland. Frost clung to every surface, from the once-grand stone pillars to the battlemages encased in ice, their frozen expressions haunting reminders of the power they had faced. Parker, standing a few paces ahead, dusted off his hands, the remnants of shattered ice dragons littering the ground around him.
Henry glanced at Parker, who wore his usual nonchalant grin despite the dire situation. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the swarm of ice dragons circling above them, their roars echoing through the air like a chilling symphony of destruction.
"We need to move. Fast." Henry's voice trembled, though not entirely from the cold.
Parker tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought we were having a grand ol' time."
