They continuted to walk forward until the tower shrank to a black notch and then to nothing at all.
Where City D had sat on the other side of the harbor, it had transformed into nothing but ice and snow. There were no building that could be seen, only the bridge that connected the twin cities to each other still remained… and even that had turned into what looked like a walking bridge.
The rope hissed behind them, a thin line dragged across white. Wind went past with teeth, the windchill dipping so low that most people wouldn't be able to withstand the freezing cold without getting frost bitten in minutes.
The air had no smell—not even the metallic tang of cold she remembered from winters before. This was cleaner than that, emptier, like the world had been boiled down to glare and the small sounds a living sheet of ice made when five people crossed it.
