The streets of Anarats were still blanketed with snow, though the townsfolk had tried to clear them since midday. Sylvia walked through the white heaps, her boots sinking up to her calves. Her movements remained steady, but the resistance was clear.
She paused, gazing down the long path ahead. The snow was piled too high; it would make the journey take far longer than she had planned.
"Hm…" her lips moved faintly, crimson eyes narrowing.
She raised her hand. A dense violet Nether Flame appeared, hissing softly like a foreign whisper. The fire wrapped around her legs up to her calves, yet her body did not burn.
When she stepped forward again, a faint ssshhh echoed. The snow around her instantly melted, vanishing into thin mist that curled in the air.
The path that had been blocked now opened, a straight trail forming with every step she took.
"This is better," Sylvia murmured.
