Events

The sound of their boots crunching the frozen snow was the only sound as the group moved along the winding path to the spirit tree. An oppressive silence hung in the air, pressing down like a physical weight. Mina glanced around nervously, her breath curling in the icy air. Where was everyone? At this time of year, pilgrims usually filled these paths, their laughter and songs harmonizing with the occasional prayer to the spirits. But now, not a single soul stirr...

Mina rubbed her hands together, her breath coming in quick, visible puffs as she tried to force some semblance of warmth back into her frozen fingers. The blizzard had ambushed them, turning their path into a merciless gauntlet of icy winds and suffocating snow. Each step through the thickening drifts was an act of defiance against the storm. The world around them had been reduced to a blur of white, the horizon erased by the snow's unrelenting barrage....