However, after traveling for what felt like days, he was beginning to think he should have just bitten the bullet and turned back. The ravine stretched endlessly with no signs of an end, nor did he see any movement—no indications that anyone had survived. But still, he kept searching.
"Oomf—!"
Suddenly, his balance wavered, and before he could catch himself, he crashed face-first into the snow with a muffled grunt.
A sharp, indignant squeal erupted beneath him.
Malzahir jerked upright, startled—this had been the first sign of another living thing he'd seen since Idrias!
Beneath him, a small, iridescent creature squirmed free from where Malzahir's feet had stomped it into the snow.
