Darren's POV
Barely any time passed before I felt my feet buried in heavy snow. I looked around, taking in the high white peaks that clearly pierced the sky. Clouds surrounded us but they didn't hinder my sight. I peered through them to the base of the mountains.
"Well, we're on the Afghan side. Quite far from where we need to be."
"That's really not my fault. I had no idea where exactly you wanted us to be. The Himalayas span about 4 countries."
I patted Maklev on the back, walking past him as I climbed the mountain.
"I need a better look. If I can find Mount Everest, then I know which direction we need to go."
He watched me for a few minutes, and when it seemed like the clouds would block his view of me, he ran after me. His feet fought with the snow while I simply glided over.
