Bel walked calmly with Cassandra and Lyraen across the frozen plain.
Their steps crunched softly against the snow, each breath leaving a small cloud behind.
Soon, they reached a wide, open area, quiet and vast.
Bel stopped, his eyes slowly rising to the air above them. A small smile touched his lips.
"I suggest you stop here."
The two women looked at him, confused for a second, then glanced around the snowy field. Cassandra narrowed her eyes.
"Yeah... don't tell me twice, I can already feel it."
Lyraen nodded slowly, her tone uneasy.
"Guess you don't need a healer here, huh…?"
Bel cracked his index with his thumb.
"You have no idea."
He stepped forward, calm and steady. His breath turned to cold mist as it escaped his lips, the frost hanging in the air.
The wide area was mostly hidden under the snow, but Bel didn't need to see it. He knew, he felt it.
His red eyes glowed faintly.
Then, directly across from him, the mist parted just enough.
There it stood.
