"The wind bites harder here than anywhere else I’ve been…" Elena shouts over the howl of the icy gust, tightening her gloves. "Stay close, hero! One wrong step and you’ll vanish into the snow. Vaelyra, you’ve got the healing spells ready, right?" Vaelyra steps forward, staff glowing faintly, her voice calm but firm: "Yes, Elena. I will keep both of you safe. Focus on your footing and watch the shadows—the cold hides more than just snow."