"We can't... go on like this..."
David murmured to himself like a low chant, but his voice grew increasingly hoarse. He suddenly fell to his knees on the hard ice, his whole body feeling as if it were being crushed under a thousand-pound weight, each breath accompanied by pain and struggle.
In the distance, the wind and snow intensified, countless snowflakes swirling down like endless silver wings beating against the heavens, unable to bring a trace of warmth to this battlefield.
Liya saw this and hurried out of the tent. With a look of urgency and determination, she braved the biting cold wind that tightly wrapped her silver-white cloak around her body and quickly came to David's side, gently placing her hands on his shoulders.
Her soft yet firm words seemed to bring the warmth of melting winter waters, casting the light of life across the desolate wilderness:
