Arctic Snowfield, Unnamed Cliff Snow Valley.
Snow was swirling through the air, bitter cold beyond words.
Basil Jaak huddled against the body of a massive beast, his face pale and weary.
After fighting the entire day, he had no True Qi left beyond a sliver of Protective True Qi. His expression was listless and deeply forlorn.
Arm had frozen stiff, motionless now. Dead...
"Arm... Arm..."
Basil muttered Arm's name under his breath, staring at the frozen body of his companion. A numbing sense enveloped him, as though something vital inside his Heart was slowly fading away...
"Basil..."
Bertha stood silently nearby. She saw the waves of grief coursing through Basil and felt a complicated mix of emotions herself. After a long silence, she softly called his name once he barely raised his head.
Bertha parted her lips to speak but faltered. Her voice dropped lower as she murmured hesitantly, "Don't... don't be too sad."
