Preparing for the Coming Storm

Cold winter night wind blew among the naked trees with only ice and snow adorning the barks, and occasional crow nests the birds slept in. The silence was only occasionally disturbed by the distant roar of a wild or demonic beast.

Three figures sprinted through snowy forests, maintaining the same distance from each other as profound symbols swirled in a triangle between them, and creating a hazy bluish fluorescent cloud around them.

Despite moving at a considerable speed, weaving their way in between and around trees, stepping on the untouched, crisp snow and crushing the foliage under the white carpet, their movement was eerily silent, not disturbing even the crows that could wake up from any unfamiliar noise, even slight one, despite ignoring the ones they are used to.