WINTER NIGHT

The temperature dropped drastically after it snowed and the wind howled in the distance, making one shiver in fear because it sounded like a banshee shrieking right in their ears. 

But, thanks to the sorcerer's power, his magic could prevent the two of them from freezing to death.

"Master, are you sure they buried her here?" Letto asked. He was the young boy who was always with the sorcerer. He had been digging this spot for half an hour now and his small body didn't hold so much strength to keep doing this. The wind hurt his eyes so much.

"Keep digging." Dexter had his eyes fixed on the pit that Letto had dug out from. He didn't seem to worry that he had made a mistake or pointed to the wrong spot. It seemed he was one hundred percent sure where they had buried her on this mountain.