The glowing ball of fire is sinking deep in the sparkling white snowy sheet. The sky is covered with the thick black clouds and the storm seems to hit us any soon.
I try to watch carefully in the direction Zohar pointed. I can’t see anything except for the dense fog covering the woods after the stranded piece of land. I step out a little from the place I was standing.
I close my eyes and inhale the air slowly. I concentrate on my ability to clairvoyance. Soon I can hear chirping of the birds nearby and small bugs rattling on the dried branch of trees. I put pressure on my powers to hear better and soon; I heard footsteps. According to my calculations, they are more than 50 and leading this way.
“I can sense them! They are coming!” I inform everyone.
“who? Why they are coming here?” Lor
