The morning broke cold and sharp, the sunlight weak against the vast expanse of snow-covered mountains. Kael was the first to rise, his breath visible in the frigid air as he moved to stoke the dying embers of the fire. The others stirred soon after, their movements sluggish as the weight of the journey ahead settled on them.
Liora was the last to wake, her hand still clutching the strange device they had recovered. It pulsed faintly in her grasp, the warmth of its energy a small comfort against the biting cold. She stood and joined the others, her eyes scanning the distant peaks of the Frostspire Mountains.
Kael handed her a ration pack, his expression grim. "We'll need to move quickly today. The weather's clear now, but that won't last. The mountains are unpredictable."
