The snow crunched softly beneath their boots as the group pressed forward. The cart creaked in steady rhythm behind the wolves, the only sound breaking the quiet of the endless white.
For a while, no one spoke. The cold air was sharp, and their breaths rose like faint ghosts, vanishing into the stormy horizon.
Finally, Mira glanced at Verus. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, mischief tugging at her lips.
"Hey…What's the world you came from like?"
She said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Verus blinked, startled. He hadn't expected anyone to speak to him, let alone ask something so personal. He paused, eyes dropping to the snow before them.
"…It was warmer. Much warmer than this place. But chaotic."
He said at last.
"Chaotic?"
Mira tilted her head.
"Yes. There were resources everywhere—abundance, prosperity. But humans… they wanted more. Greed spread faster than anything else. And so, wars broke out. Everywhere you looked, people fought—not to live, but to kill."
