Cold.
The late winter sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the snow-dappled forest floor.
The sun was quite gloomy today, with its pale light filtered through skeletal branches, painting the woods in hues of gold and gray.
The air was sharp and cold, biting at exposed skin of those across the lands…. Including 2 figures running with all her might.
One was a girl with crimson robes that fluttered behind her like a streak of fire against the frost-bitten landscape. She was from the Scarlet Phoenix Sect—an enemy to those who now pursued her.
As for the other, he was a more mature-looking youth, who was also desperate from the looks of it.
Both not only threw their heads behind them from time to time, but also launched several attacks of their own too.
Dammit!
"They're closing in!"
Behind them were disciples from the Iron Fang Sect, who wore darker greenish robes blending with the shadows of the forest.
