Ren stood at the edge of the blizzard, his cloak snapping violently in the wind, eyes narrowed as he stared into the wall of white ahead.
"This one's different." He said at last, his voice barely audible over the shrieking wind.
Thorn and Lilith stood beside him, shielding their eyes as they peered into the blizzard.
"What do you mean, different?" Thorn asked.
Ren didn't take his eyes off the storm.
"The lava field burned. The jungle restricted free movement with the ferns constantly slapping against one's body. But neither had malice. The environment just wanted to slow us down."
"This…" He lifted his hand, letting the snow slam into his palm. A moment later, he pulled it back, blood dripping down the side. "This wants to kill us."
Lilith's eyes narrowed. "Hostile?"
