The cold morning air seeped through the cracks of the cabin as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a pale glow on the world outside. The fire had long since died down, its embers glowing softly in the hearth, the warmth it once provided now a distant memory.
Inside, the quiet was deep.
Lukan lay curled in the corner of the cabin, his arms wrapped around his knees, haunted by the memory of a child's scream echoing in the woods too distant to save, too close to forget, resting uneasily as his mind continued to churn over the events of the past day. The unfamiliar warmth of the cabin had offered some reprieve from the biting cold outside, but sleep had been fitful, his dreams full of unsettling images dark forests, distant cries, and the cold, silent eyes of creatures beyond comprehension. He shifted slightly, trying to push the thoughts away, but his unease only deepened.
Valen, in stark contrast, had thrown himself into an uncomfortable chair, his legs sprawled out and his arms crossed over his chest. His sharp eyes flickered with the faintest signs of restlessness, but he had managed to fall asleep eventually, his posture rigid, as if ready to spring into action at any moment. The stillness of the room made it feel as if he never fully slept, always alert to whatever might be coming next.
Nyra, however, had slept more soundly. The Minotaur twins, Tor and Tar, formed an unbreakable barrier around her as she lay curled in front of them, the rough fur of their bodies offering warmth and protection. Tor's large, muscular arms had curled protectively around Nyra, a sense of calm radiating from her despite the unease that lingered in the air. Tar, as usual, remained more stoic, but even his quiet presence provided a sense of stability that Nyra appreciated. In their company, the world outside seemed to fade, replaced by a rare moment of peace in an otherwise tumultuous life.
In the small room off to the side, Neo had found his usual spot away from the chaos of the main cabin, a corner of the world where he could be alone, but still within reach. His deep, controlled breathing had slowed overnight, though the traces of his restlessness were visible in the slight tension of his body. Even as he slept, Neo never fully relaxed he was always aware, always watching, even in his dreams.
But it was Thal, the towering figure outside, who truly remained a mystery. He watched the horizon not just for threats, but for meaning still unsure if joining this mission was wisdom or weakness. The others didn't know the burden he carried, and Thal preferred it that way. Doubt, for him, was a quiet thing, buried beneath silence and snow. The massive man had not slept, not in the way the others did. He had spent the night standing watch, his broad shoulders set beneath his fur cloak, his thick muscles tensed as he gazed into the night, seemingly unmoved by the biting cold or the darkness that cloaked the world. There was no sign of sleep, no indication that his body had ever rested. Thal was a force of nature unchanging, unyielding, and as much a part of the wilderness as the land he called home.
The Minotaur's, who had lived by his side for as long as anyone could remember, were the only ones who seemed to understand this. They knew the depth of Thal's vigil. It wasn't that he didn't need rest it was simply that he didn't rest like others. His mind and body were constantly tuned to the rhythm of the wild, ever alert to any threat, any movement in the dark.
As dawn's first light spread across the cabin, the silence slowly began to break. The Minotaur's stirred first Tor, with a wide yawn and a grunt, slowly lifted herself from her spot beside Nyra. Her massive arms stretched above her head, causing the wooden walls to groan with the force of her movements. Tar followed suit, though his movements were less exaggerated. His quiet strength seemed to fill the room as he shifted, standing to his full height, his large frame blocking out the dim light filtering in through the window.
Nyra was the next to stir, blinking sleep from her eyes as she lifted herself from the floor, the warmth of Tor's body still fresh against her side. She looked around the room at her companions, noting the lingering unease in the air. Despite the relative peace of the night, it was clear that everyone had their own thoughts weighing on them, each of them affected in their own way by the journey ahead.
She stood, stretching her arms above her head with a low groan. "Time to go," she muttered, her voice husky from sleep but filled with purpose.
Lukan shifted in his corner, stretching his legs and rising to his feet. His eyes darted around the room, still not entirely trusting of the situation. "Let's get this over with," he grumbled, his tone heavy with impatience.
Valen grunted in agreement, rubbing the back of his neck. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we get it done."
But Nyra's eyes flicked to the door, her gaze lingering on the space where Thal stood just outside. "We'll need to wait for Thal," she said softly, almost to herself.
The three humans fell into a brief silence as they gathered their things. They all knew that without Thal's guidance, they would be lost in the wilderness that lay ahead. The Kruul's land was treacherous an unforgiving realm of beasts and hostile terrain. Without someone who knew the way, they'd be risking far more than just their lives.
Outside, Thal still stood unmoving. His silhouette against the rising sun seemed almost otherworldly, a towering figure of strength and resolve. Neo, emerging from the small room he'd claimed for himself, moved toward Thal with quiet purpose. His posture was calm, though his eyes held the same alertness as ever.
"You're up early," Neo remarked, his voice smooth but with an edge of concern. He could see that Thal was still wrestling with the weight of their mission. The past, the pain, the losses it all seemed to hang between them, unspoken but undeniable.
Thal didn't answer immediately. He simply shifted his weight, his massive form standing resolute against the elements. "I don't sleep the way you do," he finally said, his voice low and gravelly. "Not when there's work to be done."
Neo didn't press further, knowing that sometimes, silence was the only language Thal spoke when it came to matters of the past. The tension between them was something they both understood, something they both carried but it was something neither was ready to confront fully.
Together, they stood in the growing light of dawn, the promise of the road ahead stretching out before them. The others would be ready soon, and the journey would begin, whether they were prepared for it or not.
As Nyra stepped outside, the chill air nipping at her skin, she glanced over at Thal, feeling a wave of gratitude and unease wash over her. She knew what lay ahead would test them all and she wasn't sure if the bonds they had forged would be enough to get them through. But she wasn't about to back down. Not now.
With a final glance at her companions, she nodded to Thal. "Let's go."
The road ahead was long and uncertain, but there was no turning back now.
The journey through the Kruul lands the road less travelled was about to begin.
As the group began to gather their things and prepare to leave, Thal's deep voice cut through the cold morning air.
"Neo, Tor stay behind. Tar, you come with me," he said, his tone firm but unbothered.
The words hung in the air for a moment, surprising everyone. Lukan and Valen exchanged a quick glance, but neither seemed too concerned. As long as Thal was with them, they didn't mind who else came along. Their mission was to find a way through the Kruul lands, and Thal was the one to guide them.
But Nyra, ever the optimist, blinked in confusion, her face falling just slightly. Her eyes flicked to Neo, her gaze lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
"Wait, you're staying?" she asked, her voice softer than usual, a note of sadness creeping in.
Neo gave her a sly smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Looks like it. Can't leave this place empty, can I?" His voice was casual, almost teasing, though there was a glimmer of something else in his tone. He knew what she was feeling, but he wasn't the type to let her off that easily.
Nyra's heart sank a little, though she tried to hide it. It wasn't just the necessity of parting ways it was the longing for the days when everything had been simpler. When they were young, before the weight of the world had settled on their shoulders. She had always felt something for him, something more than just camaraderie. But the years had passed, and nothing had changed between them. Neo, as always, kept his emotions close to his chest, and the distance between them had only grown with time.
"I was hoping you'd come with us," she muttered, almost too quietly for anyone to hear.
Neo's smile widened just a little, the hint of a playful glint in his glowing eyes. "Oh? Really?" he teased, stepping closer to her. "Missing me already?"
Nyra shot him a look, half amused, half exasperated. "You know what I mean."
Valen, noticing the exchange between the two, tried to shift the attention elsewhere. He stepped toward Tar with an uneasy grin. "So, uh, Tar," he began, his voice overly chipper. "You're coming with us, huh? You strike me as more of a... lead-the-way kind of guy. Front or back of the group?"
Tar, as always, remained stoic. His eyes locked onto Valen's like two slow-turning grindstones. The silence grew, stretched, and became unbearable.
Valen cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I mean... it's important to know, right? So we don't bump into each other?"
Still nothing. Tar blinked. Just once. Then resumed his steady stare.
Valen chuckled nervously, eyes flicking to Nyra for help. "Okay, cool. No preference. You're chill. I'm chill. We're all chill."
Tar tilted his head ever so slightly, as if inspecting a particularly unimpressive piece of fruit.
Then, with a faint grunt, he turned away.
Valen, deflating, turned to Luken and muttered, "This guy is like if a mountain had opinions.". He just kept staring at Valen. The tension grew thick as Valen's awkwardness mounted. It was as if Tar's eyes were piercing into Valen's very soul, making the smaller man feel completely unnerved.
Then, with a quiet grunt, Tar looked away, as if he had gotten bored with Valen's attempt at small talk. Valen, now visibly relieved, let out a quiet exhale, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
"Great," Valen muttered under his breath, clearly trying to shake off the weird encounter. "He's got the whole silent, intimidating thing down."
Lukan, who had been mostly quiet during this exchange, shot Valen a brief look, his lips twitching with amusement. "You're lucky he didn't decide to eat you, Valen," Lukan joked, causing a reluctant chuckle to escape from Valen's lips.
Nyra watched them, her heart still a little heavy. She had always been the one to connect with the others, to bridge the gaps between them, but this time, there was a distance she couldn't close. Still, she nodded toward Thal, who was already preparing his things for the journey.
"Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "But I'll be expecting a visit. It's not every day that you get to leave Hunters Haunt, right?"
"Of course," Neo said, his voice warm but distant as he stepped back toward the cabin. "I'll see you again soon."
With that, Thal turned to lead the way out of the cabin, Tar following him closely, his massive form casting an imposing shadow over the group. Neo, Tor, and the village would remain behind Nyra couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that her time with them, especially with Neo, had come to an end so abruptly.
As they made their way out of the village, the towering Jotun of the village stood at the edge, their enormous forms casting long shadows as they waved their goodbyes. They were as tall as the mountains that bordered the village, but still, Thal's sheer size and presence outstripped them all not to even mention Tar. His head nearly brushed against the stone pillars of the village gate as he stood tall, his fur cloak billowing behind him. His stoic expression softened for a moment, but only just.
Luken and Valen couldn't help but stare, still impressed by the sheer scale of Thal. They had gotten used to seeing large figures, but Thal's proportions his massive shoulders, the muscles that seemed to ripple with every movement were unlike anything they'd encountered before.
Thal, for his part, gave a quick and efficient wave. "Take care," he called, his voice deep and commanding. But there was no lingering sentiment in his words he was always focused, always moving forward, as if time were something he had no patience for.
Nyra offered her own quiet goodbye to the Jotun, but her eyes never fully left Neo, even as he remained in the background of the village. There was something about this departure, something that made her heart ache with the weight of unspoken words. But she had no time to dwell on it now. Thal had already started walking, his strides massive, leading the way out of the village and toward the path that would take them out of this place.
The group walked past the two enormous mountains shaped like twisted horns, symbols of the border of the village and the wild lands beyond. Their jagged peaks loomed over the path like sentinels, casting deep shadows that added to the sense of mystery and foreboding that surrounded the region. The very air seemed thicker here, as if the land itself was alive with old magic, whispering secrets from forgotten times.
Valen, who had been walking in quiet contemplation, finally spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of him. "So, Thal," he said, keeping his voice casual, "how exactly are we getting into the Kruul lands? It's not like we can just walk in there."
Thal's gaze was fixed on the horizon, his voice low and steady as he replied, "The Kruul lands? You mean the Shadowfern."
Luken, who had been silent until then, raised an eyebrow. "The Shadowfern?" he asked. "Sounds... ominous."
Thal didn't seem to care whether it sounded ominous or not. "It's what they call it. The land of shadow, death, and the Kruul King's domain. It's not a place you wander into lightly."
Nyra looked up at him, a mix of concern and curiosity in her gaze. "And how do we get through it?"
Thal didn't break stride as he answered. "We'll first head south west. The Empyrean Spine lies ahead, and from there, we'll make our way into the heart of the Shadowfern. That's our only real path."
"Empyrean Spine?" Nyra repeated, her brow furrowing. She had heard of the Spine before but had never fully understood what it was. Now, she was beginning to realize that it was something much more significant than a simple mountain range.
Valen's confusion mirrored her own. "The Empyrean Spine? That sounds like something from an old legend."
Thal glanced at them briefly, a faint glint of approval in his gaze. "It is no legend. The Empyrean Spine is as old as the world itself, stretching across it from end to end. Once, the world nearly split apart mountains crumbled, continents shifted but the dragons... they fused their bodies to hold it all together, creating the spine. It's solid stone. Pure, unyielding."
Luken looked at Nyra, eyes wide with surprise. "You're telling me the entire world almost split apart? And dragons held it together?"
"It's true," Thal said, his voice like thunder rumbling in the distance. "The dragons' magic is woven into the very fabric of the world. The Empyrean Spine is not just a natural formation it is a symbol of their power and sacrifice. The mountains stretch across the globe, separating lands, keeping them intact."
"Sounds like a place made for monsters," Valen quipped with a smirk. "And we're going there?"
Thal's eyes narrowed, but the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "It's not about monsters. It's about surviving the land and its challenges. The Empyrean Spine is an ancient place, but it's also the safest route through the Shadowfern. If we're lucky, it will be enough to get us through."
They walked in silence for a while after that, the weight of what lay ahead settling over them. The path they were on was long and dangerous, leading them toward the unknown and into the heart of enemy territory.
The journey through the frozen tundra was as beautiful as it was unforgiving. Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by jagged ice formations and the skeletal remains of long dead trees. The air was biting cold, each breath visible as a plume of mist. The ground beneath their feet crunched with every step, a reminder of the hostile environment they were traversing.
Yet, for all its desolation, the tundra was far from lifeless. Strange, shadowy figures moved in the distance massive, hulking shapes that seemed to blur the line between beast and nightmare. Occasionally, the group would hear guttural growls or the heavy sound of something large shifting just beyond the reach of their vision.
Nyra, Luken, and Valen, weapons ready, tensed each time a monster's silhouette appeared. Valen's hand hovered over the hilt of his dagger, his knuckles white from the grip. Luken clutched his staff, whispering a low chant as he prepared a spell. Nyra, ever vigilant, stood poised with her weapon in hand, her eyes darting toward every noise.
But every time they braced for an attack, something strange happened. The monsters would pause, their glowing eyes fixed on the group. And then, as if sensing some invisible boundary, they would retreat. Not a single growl, not a single charge just silence as they melted back into the tundra.
It didn't take long for the group to notice the pattern. Every encounter ended the same way, with the monsters retreating, their gazes lingering only on one person: Thal.
"Alright, what's going on?" Valen asked after the fifth encounter, his voice a mixture of frustration and confusion. "Why do they keep leaving? I mean, I'm not complaining, but this doesn't make any sense."
"This is... unnerving," Luken admitted after the fifth or sixth encounter, his shoulders slumping as he let out a breath, he hadn't realized he was holding. "It's like walking through a graveyard where the dead are too scared to rise."
"They fear him," Nyra said, though her tone was more speculative than certain. "But why?" Nyra walked a little closer to Thal, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. "You're a monster tamer, right?" she asked, glancing up at him. "Does that have something to do with this? Are they afraid you'll... tame them?"
Thal, who had been walking ahead, didn't stop or turn around. His voice, deep and steady, carried back to them through the icy wind. "Monsters aren't as mindless as you think," he said. "They know strength when they see it."
"Strength?" Luken scoffed, his scepticism apparent. "You're saying these things these beasts are running away because they can sense how strong you are? That's ridiculous."
Thal finally stopped, turning his head slightly to glance at Luken over his shoulder. "You think strength is only physical?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with an edge.
Before Luken could respond, Thal gestured toward Tar, who had been walking silently behind them the entire time. The massive minotaur paused, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the group.
"Look at him," Thal said, pointing to Tar.
Luken turned reluctantly, meeting Tar's glowing eyes. The minotaur let out a low, guttural snarl, his breath visible in the cold air as his teeth gleamed. Even without words, the message was clear: Tar was not to be underestimated.
Luken flinched, gripping his staff tighter, but he refused to back down. "Fine," he muttered, looking away. "Point taken."
Valen, always quicker to adapt, smirked. "So, what you're saying is... these monsters are smarter than they look? They know better than to mess with us because of him?" He jabbed a thumb toward Thal.
Thal nodded slightly, resuming his stride. "They know what's worth fighting and what isn't. Call them monsters if you want, but don't mistake them for being mindless."
"Still seems odd to me," Luken muttered, though he didn't argue further.
Nyra, walking beside Tar, glanced up at the towering minotaur and smiled. "It makes sense to me," she said. "If I were a monster, I wouldn't want to fight him either."
Tar didn't react, but there was something in the way he carried himself a quiet, unspoken understanding of the respect he commanded.
As they continued through the tundra, the group began to relax slightly. The realization that the monsters wouldn't attack as long as Thal was with them brought a measure of relief, even if they didn't fully understand why.
But for Nyra, Luken, and Valen, the unease lingered. What was it about Thal and Tar, by extension that even the most fearsome creatures seemed to recognize? And why did Thal's explanation, as vague as it was, feel like only part of the truth?
For now, they had no choice but to trust him. The monsters might fear Thal, but the Empyrean Spine and by extension Shadowfern awaited, their silence masking a deeper threat yet to be understood. Whatever influence kept the beasts at bay would not protect them forever, and not all things in the wild knew fear., and whatever lay ahead would likely not be so easily deterred.
The snowstorm had crept in gradually, starting with gentle flurries that danced through the air, almost beautiful in their serenity. But as the hours passed, the winds grew fiercer, whipping the snow into a blinding flurry. The biting cold seeped through even the thickest layers of clothing, turning every step into a battle.
Nyra held up better than Valen and Luken, her years of experience in the wild keeping her moving. Still, even she couldn't hide the tremor in her hands or the stiffness in her steps. Valen was visibly struggling, his usually sharp wit dulled by the cold as he huddled deeper into his cloak. Luken, on the other hand, was the most vocal about his discomfort, muttering curses under his breath as he clung to his staff for support.
Thal, leading the group as always, trudged forward with unwavering determination, his massive frame seemingly unaffected by the blizzard. His fur cloak billowed around him, and his heavy boots crunched through the snow with ease. Tar followed silently, his towering presence and thick fur making him as impervious to the storm as Thal.
After what felt like an eternity, Nyra finally spoke up. "Thal, we need to stop," she called out, her voice barely carrying over the howling wind.
Thal paused, turning to look at her, his expression blank. "Stop?"
"Yes, stop," Valen snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. "We're not all built like you two! Some of us actually feel the cold!"
It took a moment for Thal to process this. It wasn't that he was ignoring their needs he genuinely hadn't considered them. He was so accustomed to enduring harsh environments that it hadn't occurred to him that others might struggle.
"Fine," he said simply, his tone neutral. "We'll set up camp."
They found a small alcove in the shadow of a jagged ice formation, offering some protection from the relentless wind. As they began unpacking, Valen couldn't help but notice something odd.
"Wait," he said, narrowing his eyes at Thal and Tar. "Where's your gear?"
"What gear?" Thal asked, genuinely confused.
"You know," Valen said, gesturing to the backpacks and supplies Nyra, Luken, and he were unloading. "Food? Blankets? Anything?"
Thal simply shrugged. "I don't need those things."
"What, you're just going to sleep on the floor?" Luken asked, incredulous. "Or cuddle up with Tar over there?"
Tar, who had already settled down in the snow, didn't so much as blink at the comment.
Nyra, now arranging their meagre firewood, sighed. "I keep forgetting Thal's like this," she said, half to herself. "He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep he just... exists."
Thal didn't respond, instead crouching down to inspect the area. Luken looked at Nyra, his frustration evident. "How do you forget something like that?"
"I don't know!" Nyra said, throwing up her hands. "It's just... Thal being Thal."
As the others busied themselves with setting up camp, Thal suddenly stood, his gaze fixed on the blizzard. Without a word, he turned and disappeared into the white haze, his massive figure swallowed by the storm.
"What the where's he going?" Valen asked, panic creeping into his voice.
"I don't know," Nyra admitted, her own unease showing. "He does this sometimes."
Luken stared at her. "And that's supposed to make us feel better?"
Tar, unbothered by the commotion, had already closed his eyes and begun to sleep, his massive frame rising and falling with each breath.
The three humans huddled closer to the fire, their unease growing as the minutes dragged on. Just as the cold and the silence became almost unbearable, Thal reappeared, carrying an armful of wood.
"You guys need this, don't you?" he said, his tone as calm as ever.
Nyra blinked, gesturing to the small pile of firewood they'd already gathered. "Thal... we had wood."
Thal looked at the pile, then back at her. "Didn't seem like enough."
Valen buried his face in his hands, groaning. "Of course he doesn't trust us to gather firewood."
Luken, still shivering, muttered, "I'm not even mad at this point. I'm just... tired."
Nyra, despite her own exhaustion, couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Thal," she said, tossing one of the logs he'd brought onto the fire.
Thal gave a single nod before settling himself against the icy wall of the alcove, his massive form casting a long shadow in the firelight. As the flames grew brighter, the warmth finally began to seep into their bones, and the group settled in for the night, grateful for at least one constant in the blizzard: Thal's unwavering presence.
The storm raged outside, but within the cave, only the crackling of the fire and the soft breathing of the others could be heard. They were all deep in slumber, unaware of the silent figure slipping out into the blizzard. Thal, despite his towering size, moved with the grace of a predator, his every step taken with purpose and fluidity, nearly silent against the howling winds. His instincts were sharp, and the cold, while formidable to others, barely touched him.
He emerged from the shelter of the alcove, stepping into the storm as if it were nothing more than a passing inconvenience. The winds tore at his cloak, but he barely flinched. The cold, biting and sharp, had no effect on his immense form, but his senses were still keenly aware of something off. The snow that fell thick and fast was not the only thing blanketing the land tonight.
Beneath the veil of blizzard, the earth stirred. Dead things moved.
From the ground, from the swirling winds, figures began to rise shadows long buried in the snowdrifts. The bodies of those who had perished in blizzards long past emerged, lifeless but still bearing the heavy burden of death. They shuffled and groaned, their empty eyes void of any hope, driven only by the blizzard itself. It was as if the storm was more than just a natural occurrence it was a force, an entity that gave birth to these victims, forcing them to rise again, trapped between the living and the dead.
Thal didn't hesitate. There was no weapon in his hand his body was his weapon. His sheer physicality was enough to rend the dead asunder. He met the first wave of attackers with brutal force, his fists smashing into skulls and his legs sweeping through the snow to knock foes to the ground. He moved with the precision of someone who had fought in far worse conditions, his motions a blur of power and fluidity.
The storm howled around him, but Thal did not falter. The winds seemed to carry the dead like puppets, hurling them toward him from all directions some from the earth, some from the sky, flung at him by the storm itself. He swatted them aside, crushing bones underfoot, slamming them into the frozen ground, breaking limbs with the ease of someone long accustomed to brutal, relentless combat.
Yet, despite the chaos, the dead kept coming. Hour after hour, they surged forward, their numbers unending. But Thal remained unyielding, pushing forward through the snow and fury, his presence a force to be reckoned with. It was as though the storm itself sought to overwhelm him, to drown him in the icy death it had conjured but Thal's might was not so easily swayed.
As the fight raged on, the blizzard itself began to change, its fury growing more intense. The winds shrieked as if in anger, sending waves of ice and snow crashing against him, but Thal's strength never wavered. He fought, he endured, and as hours passed, the storm seemed to focus on him with a singular purpose. His opponents continued to rise from the earth, coming from all sides an army of the dead, wielded by the blizzard's unnatural power.
Then he felt it not the cold, not the dead. Something else. Something that always came near the end, like breath on the back of his neck. Finally, after an eternity of combat, something shifted. The dead lay still in the snow, their twisted, hollow forms scattered across the landscape. The blizzard seemed to lose its fury, the wind dying down, and the falling snow slowed. Thal stood alone in the eye of the storm, his breath coming in heavy gasps, his body covered in a thin layer of frost but still standing strong.
Above him, in the swirling remnants of the blizzard's rage, two glowing eyes appeared. They were piercing, cold almost familiar in their intense, unblinking gaze. Thal looked up, watching them for a long moment. He had seen them before. There had been times when he had fought the blizzard in the past, each time with the same result: the storm never truly ended. He couldn't defeat it, but he could hold it at bay keep it from consuming everything.
And then, as quickly as they had appeared, the eyes disappeared, fading back into the chaos of the storm. The blizzard followed, dissipating into the air like it had never been there. The world fell into silence.
Thal stood in the eye of the storm, the adrenaline slowly fading from his system. His breath came in heavy gusts, but his form remained unbroken. He had done it again he had repelled the storm, held it at bay, but he knew it was never truly gone. It would return. It always did.
Turning back toward the cave, he glanced at the bodies of the dead littering the ground. As he walked, his voice, low and hoarse, broke the silence for no one but himself. "It's learning," he muttered. Their remnants would be swallowed by the snow, forgotten by the storm, until the next time it chose to resurrect them.
Thal didn't know how to stop the blizzard, but he had learned over the years how to survive it. Just as he had learned to survive people, purpose, and the weight of being more than myth but less than man. Endurance wasn't just a trait it was his nature, carved into every scar, every silence. He was not the flame, nor the storm. He was what remained after both.