The night enveloped the earth.
Inside the Ice Extreme Pass, the prepared ice lamps all lit up.
These lamps, crafted from special ice crystals, emitted a dazzling white light, not too harsh, as if shrouded in a thin veil, only barely illuminating a few meters around the lamp, sketching out vague outlines of the ice houses and passages within the pass.
The wind and snow were several times fiercer than before nightfall.
The gale blew past the towers of Ice Extreme Pass, making a "woo-woo" eerie sound, akin to the wailing of lost souls, tightening one's heart.
The swirling snowflakes were driven by the violent wind, like sharp icy blades, pounding against the ice walls and ice houses, making a "ss-ss" sound.
In a blink, the city walls of Ice Extreme Pass were covered by new snow, its thickness increasing visibly.
The temperature continued to drop, the chill in the air seemed to transform into tangible ice needles, piercing the skin painfully.
