The thick layer of frost that covered the sturdy planks of oceanic ice like a gigantic white comforter crunched under the soles of the scouters´ boots as they silently walked the uneven terrain, carefully assessing its safety, before the rest of their army proceeded to advance through it.
King Hanta stood at the back, watching as the endless lines of Ruhavkian men progressed forward and interned themselves further into the heavy fog curtain that had remained perpetually ahead of them from the very first day.
“They say one can barely see an inch beyond one’s nose among that wicked mist” – Kaya had warned him the night before the departure – “A gruesome death must be the only certain thing waiting for us out there.”
“Us?”- Hanta had scoffed as he looked momentarily away from the mesmeriz
