The journey to the Frostspire Mountains was long and grueling. The group traveled through dense forests, across rocky plains, and finally into the icy foothills of the mountains. The air grew colder with each step, and the landscape became more treacherous.

  As they climbed higher, the snow began to fall, blanketing the ground in a thick layer of white. The wind howled around them, making it difficult to see or hear anything beyond a few feet.

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  “This place is a nightmare,” Elliot muttered, pulling his cloak tighter around him.

  “Just wait until we get to the top,” Lila said, her breath visible in the cold air. “It only gets worse from here.”

  Despite the harsh conditions, the group pressed on, driven by the urgency of their mission. They knew Malakar was out there somewhere, and they couldn’t afford to fall behind.