Under the cold weather, and above the white ground. Walking amidst the snow-filled road, was a group of five people.
They had just come out of the forest behind them. Now, stepping onto the open path, the biting wind brushed against their faces, though none of them seemed bothered by it.
Their expressions, however, were gloomy.
It had already been a week… and they still hadn't found what they were searching for.
Instead of using cars or any vehicle, they had chosen to travel on foot. With their strength, the cold didn't pose much of a threat anyway, but more importantly, they feared missing the treasure if they moved too fast.
Yet despite all that effort, they had still found nothing.
As they continued their silent march through the snow, one of them finally spoke, his voice flat.
