The Wendigo Prince

White Witch

“Snow?” Silvia muttered.

“How can the snowy plains exist in this place?” asked Dielh.

After the three reached the upper limit of the abyss, they fell silent in awe of what they saw. A puzzling surprise. At first, they thought they would arrive in hot, dry, sandy plains. The guess was because of the valley they had just crossed.

Silvia looked back. She wanted to compare the valley they were walking through. She couldn’t see anything there anymore. The valley they had just passed around and fought there had disappeared.

“The valley is gone. Look, in front of us and behind us is a sea of snow,” Silvia said.

Greraver and Dielh turned their heads together. Silvia was right. The valley was gone. They were in the middle of a sea of snow. They were like three black ants trapped in the middle of a vast expanse of snow.

“How could it be? It’s like a trap,” said Greraver.

Hearing Greraver’s words, Silvia and Dielh immediately became alert. The three of them stood alert and pressed their backs ag