Meanwhile, at the Ancient Ruins, in the Ancient Forest.
A thick lead-gray layer of clouds hung low, with fine snowflakes falling like goose down, silently covering the battle-scarred forest. The branches of the towering ancient trees donned a thick silver dress, and the snow underfoot reached above the ankles, making a soft "crunch" under each step.
The whole world seemed to have its mute button pressed, leaving only the rustle of falling snow and the distant, thunderous rumble of explosions — the sound of the battlefield, a reminder of the fragility of this stillness.
Avery stood alone by a small unfrozen lake deep in the forest. The lake water mirrored the lead-gray sky and falling snowflakes, as well as her solitary figure.
She wore a white snow combat suit for easy mobility, with a deep blue cloak bearing the insignia of the Tavendish family. Her hood was down, letting the cold snowflakes fall on her pale golden hair, forming tiny ice crystals.
