A blizzard in the Northern Mountains was something not even the average Heaven Emperor could endure. The Therna and energy here were so dense and powerful that the elements became the literal embodiment of the concept of cold. Sometimes, even Hadjar, who’d mastered the True Name of the North, would don a fur coat during such times. Admittedly, others would outright seek shelter, but that was a minor detail.
“I’m sorry that I can’t offer you any sympathy,” Lathea said evenly, but grimly.
Arnin looked at the scars on her neck and nodded silently.
“I understand,” he murmured. “But it was too much for me. After all, not everyone in the pack is so belligerent. Many of us just go about our lives. Some of us even go down to the plains when Narnir allows it.”
Hadjar didn’t need to try and
