The group finally stepped out of Neve Fort after what felt like hours of tedious negotiation. The icy fortress still loomed behind them, majestic and cold, its centuries-old walls glittering faintly beneath the pale sun. Myrtle let out a long sigh, tugging her cloak tighter around her shoulders.
They were now traveling on a carriage drawn by two snow camels. The vehicle creaked softly as it rolled across the frozen landscape, the wheels leaving grooves that were quickly covered by drifting flakes.
Snow camels were a rare creatures outside these snowy Territories. At first glance they resembled ordinary desert camels, but only in the shape, there are many striking differences.
