Sylas' bare feet raced across the snowy plain, his Scorned Wraps acting as his only protection. Swirling masses of heavy snowfall curved around his body, his speed quite fast.
Up ahead, he noticed lines of trees beginning to manifest, so he quickly shifted toward that location for some more cover. Although he was decently assured that there was no one nearby, it was hard to tell what sort of monsters he might be dealing with when he eventually did run into someone.
Better safe than sorry.
'Should be close…'
Sylas had only just had the thought when his target appeared at the edge of his visualization range. Spotting it from a far distance, he realized that the collection of seal-skin huts was exactly what he was looking for.
Clypsians…
It was so very odd. They seemed to be prisoners, and yet not. But it was the saddest sort of sight to see.
