The cold gust of wind was still traveling, each sheet of the blizzard moving together with intent, with sentience.
It was not until it reached the narrow mouth of a cave that the cold gust began circling at the entrance like a whirlwind before dissipating and what was left travelled like a wisp of smoke into the cave.
Voices could be heard coming from with the cave, incantations and shouting. The white wisp continued to travel inwards, as it neared the hooded figures chanting round a stone altar, it rose up in the air, dancing ceremoniously over the pale body that laid on the stone altar.
Then with one swift dive downward, it fizzled in though the nose of the body and then the incantation stopped abruptly.
Everyone waited and watched with intensity.
Slowly, color returned to the body
