After their breakfast, they continued their journey, the landscape shifting dramatically around them. They passed through a dead forest, its trees bare and lifeless, their skeletal branches reaching for the gray sky like the claws of some long-forgotten beast. The forest was eerily silent, the only sound heard was the sound of horses' hoofs against the deep snow.
Then, they reached a frozen lake. The surface shimmered under the weak sunlight, a flawless sheet of ice that stretched out for miles, reflecting the pale blue sky above. It was as if time itself had stopped here, the lake frozen in an eternal stillness. Fiore could feel the biting chill, but the beauty of the landscape left her speechless.
Finally, after three more grueling days of travel, they arrived at a waterfall. Despite t
