Days slipped into nights and nights into days, a relentless procession marked by the chill that seemed to seep into their very bones. The freezing temperatures of the Orokin Range proved to be an unrelenting enemy, sapping their strength, numbing their limbs, and blurring their senses. Survival had become a ceaseless battle against the merciless cold, their only respite being the fleeting warmth from Ijekiel's controlled fire magic.