The wind continued its relentless assault in a grand campaign to wreak havoc across the dying lands, disturbing the dead trees nearby into an unearthly weaving as the air screamed in agony through their hollow trunks. Aided by flurries of thick snow, the journey ahead was unforgivably blind, with the only consolation of progress being the remnants of footprints. Through the virgin woods and the rocky mountain terrain, the travelers pressed on, for they had no where else to go but forward. Amongst those in this unusual group were battle-hardened veterans, unyielding to the slightest hint of danger but cautious of what was to come: the life-or-death war against Winter. Among their companions however were also a few younglings, unused to the nomadic life cycle every few seasons that their elders had become accustomed to but were willingly eager to seek out the new territory.
As the group of travelers braved onward, their old world began to crumble and would embed itself into the...