The sky was a cold ice blue, cloudless, and to the naked eye, it extended to the icy blue horizon, where a glow tinged with green spread across the skies, blanketing this frigid realm.
The crew aboard the Morning Glow Advance had donned thick, warm clothing, never expecting the temperature to drop so swiftly upon entering the Viking seas. A thin layer of frost formed on the railing at the deck's edge, clinging to the metal like wild-growing vines, freezing it in place.
The dull thud of impact was constant, as the sea was dotted with numerous ice floes, each pushed aside by the Morning Glow Advance, carving a new path.
"Finally... we're here."
In the command room, Lorenzo exhaled a cloud of white breath, tears welling in his eyes as he gazed at the distant, hazy shadows.
After drifting at sea for over a month, he'd finally spotted land just ahead. With the vision of a Demon Hunter, Lorenzo could even make out the rising smoke and the structures reaching skyward.
