The journey to Frozen Peak was steeped in silence, broken only by the crunch of snow beneath hooves and the relentless howling of the wind.
Kaelrin, Kaelmar, and Kaelissa led their thirty elite soldiers through the biting cold, the mountain looming ever closer. Mist shrouded its jagged peaks, and an unsettling tension hung heavy in the air.
Kaelrin pulled his cloak tighter, his silver eyes scanning the mist. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a grim expression.
"This isn't just about finding Verion anymore," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "If the Zhang family is involved, this could get messy."
Kaelmar rode beside him, his silver glasses fogged by the frigid air. His sharp mind churned as he considered the possibilities.
"We don't know it's the Zhangs yet," he said, his tone calm but measured. "But if it is, this could either be a trap—or an ambush. Neither option favors us."
