Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The wind howled louder and louder, and the snow thickened by the second.
Garek frowned as he looked up at the sky, watching the black clouds twist into a spiraling vortex, slowly expanding.
"A snowstorm?" he muttered, then turned to the Orc King beside him. "Gather those idiots—now! I don't want them all dying out there!"
"Yes, Master," the Orc King bowed and replied.
But the moment he turned to leave, a sudden gust swept in from the distance, carrying a flurry of snow with it.
"What the hell?!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Garek's scowl deepened as he cursed, "Goddamn it! The snowstorm's coming this fast?!"
He felt a sudden chill seep into his bones, causing him to shiver.
The temperature was dropping rapidly, and with the wind and snow intensifying, Garek had a bad feeling about what was coming.
"Damn it! Get back here! All of you—return immediately!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
But no voices answered—only the relentless howling of the wind.
