The longer they walked, the colder it got. The higher altitude alone was enough to drop the temperature, but with the sun going down, the air grew even harsher.0

Stick around any longer and it won’t be frostbite that does it. I’ll freeze to death first.0

Just as the thought had crossed Do-Jin’s mind, Maglo spoke up, “If we keep walking, it’ll end badly. Let’s stop for the night over there. In mountains like this, you’ve got to know when to stop at a spot that’s flat enough. Start thinking ‘just a little farther’ and you’ll never know when another decent place to rest will show up.”0

The middle-aged dwarf worked his short legs hard, jogging ahead to the flat space he’d pointed out. Do-Jin almost walked past without noticing, but of course a man born in the mountains would spot it.0

“The wind’s brutal.” Do-Jin grimaced as freezing gusts slapped across his face.0

Maglo chuckled. “I think it’s better that we start setting up before it gets worse.”0

Do-Jin lifted the snow with Psychokinesis, shaping it into blocks like bricks.0

“Oh, damn. Magic really is convenient.” Maglo had been ready to sneer if Do-Jin pulled out some flimsy little tent, but the neat blocks piling up faster than he...0