The moment they stepped through the gate, the environment shifted drastically. What had once been a quiet forest was now a frigid wasteland. Icy winds howled through the barren plains, biting at their skin with each gust. The sky above was gray and heavy, casting the land in a dull, lifeless hue.
Time here ticked differently, each hour outside equaled an entire day within. It wasn't just the monsters they had to worry about. Surviving in this frozen hell meant enduring the elements too.
Azrael scanned the desolate landscape and muttered, "That's strange… this place looks nothing like before. Last time, it was a forest. Why did it change?"
Before Lyra could respond, a low growl echoed from ahead.
A pack of wolves emerged from behind a jagged ridge, massive creatures with thick fur and fangs coated in frost. Their icy breath fogged the air as they loomed over the carcass of some unlucky beast they'd been feasting on.
The wolves' eyes locked onto the new arrivals. More prey.
