The path climbed slowly through the mountains, winding between tall ridges of gray stone that rose like silent walls on both sides. Loose gravel shifted beneath Aether's boots as he walked, each step sending small stones sliding down the slope. The air felt different here. Thinner. Colder. The kind of cold that slipped quietly through clothing rather than striking all at once.
And you had to keep in mind that he was wearing a mantle with an ability specifically made to regulate the temperature. True... it was not in its best stage, but still.
Aether kept moving.
