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"This weather is weird..." he answered.

In front of them, the battle was pretty much over. Vroto was on the ground, while Evie was too scared to even fight.

As Aura was about to take a step forward, Brök quickly stopped her.

"No offense, but this fight might be above us," said Brök. "You don\'t want to create the same display that ice girl did."

Anger flashed in Aura\'s eyes, followed by indignation as she looked at Brök.

But he was right.

She had dealt with Adventure divers, and that Ogre, but she ultimately had to unseal her Father, back at Griswald\'s domain, despite Mori asking her not to. Had she not done it, she would\'ve been overrun.

"What are we supposed to do?!" she asked.

"Well, for now, watch," said Brök.

The wind had picked up, the gust loudly hitting the buildings around, making Mori\'s and Griswald\'s clothes flap in the wind.

"This..." said Brök.

"What is it? Is it a storm?" asked Lilae.

"We usually don\'t get those down here, it\'s usually in the mountain range. We get some cold, some snow depending the seasons, but no big storms."

"Well, I guess it starts now," said Xannos.

"There\'s just no way... not out here..." muttered Brök.

His gaze had diverted from the sky, which had lost its deep blue to be replace by grey clouds.

He was looking at the end of the street, where people waved at them.

It was locals that Brök knew very well, his neighbors and friends.

They were waving, and throwing fireballs upward, a signal he knew very well.

"What\'s happening?!" yelled Mori, turning around to face Griswald. "Is it her? She\'s creating a storm?!"

"Unlikely! It\'s that pesky little thing. Here to annoy us," yelled Griswald back.

"What are you talking about?!"

"It\'s the unkindled. For some reasons, he\'s trying to get us!"

After everything he had heard, Mori had some guesses about what was happening.

"Alright! Griswald! Go get Brök and get out of here! Stick to the plan!"

"What?!"

The gust had gotten so strong, yelling barely made it through.

Mori looked at the group on the porch, snow had started to mix with the wind, making visibility harder.

"Get Brök out of here! Stick to the plan!"

"Got it. See you soon, Mori!"

Griswald turned around, running toward Brök. Mori had no idea how he even managed to do that, for him, even a single step was extremely hard to make.

Next to him, he heard a shattering sound, to the ground on his left.

Turning around, he saw Evie, her hands still shaking as she cast another icicle.

It wasn\'t even close to hitting him.

Alright. I should have time to finish her off.

Mori tried to spin his chain, but the wind simply made it impossible. Just raising his arms was a hard task.

Evie took a step back, as she saw Mori going toward her.

There\'s no way I\'m letting you get out of here.

Mori spoke words he didn\'t think he would utter again.

The wind, like the last time, took away his words but their meanings remained.

Evie looked up, the tip of a sword was piercing through the grey clouds, discernible even through the storm.

However, as it slowly descended, it suddenly stopped, and ascended back where it came from.

Fuck?! Really?! It\'s not going through?! No matter, I\'ll finish this with my own hands.

Mori took several additional steps. He was around 5 meters away from her.

"You\'re dying, today," yelled Mori, smiling.

Every step he took needed everything he had to give.

Behind her, by luck or by fate, he saw a single flashing light, a tiny sparkle reflecting on a piece of metal behind Evie, hidden among the snowstorm.

Mori\'s instinct kicked in, ducking as fast as he could, his body flat on the floor as he heard a whistling sound going right above his head.

As he looked up, Evie was already on Vroto\'s shoulder, as he walked the opposite way.

The second one who gets away, thought Mori.

After one last glance, Mori got up, and turned back toward the inn.

However, he couldn\'t see it.

The amount of snow was too significant, anything beyond a couple of meters he couldn\'t see. He wasn\'t even sure if he was facing the right way.

There was no point in overthinking it, he simply walked forward, until he eventually hit his tibia on a low-fence.

Since when is there a fence here? What the hell?!

He looked left and right, but his vision was only getting worse.

Yelling would do no good now.

Mori randomly went right, hoping he\'d be getting closer to the inn.

After a few steps, the gust pushed him backward.

He fell flat on his back, on a fluffy layer of snow.

His face started to sting from the speed at which the snowflakes hit it, but that was nothing compared to things he experienced before.

He got back up but could barely stand up, falling to his knees moments later.

I won\'t make it, he thought. If at least I had the backpack...

Mori stayed down. He curled himself into a ball, trying to protect his head with both his arms as the storm just kept increasing in intensity.

Something then hit him.

It wasn\'t physical, it felt like magic.

It felt as if he was drunk, falling backward in his bed while his head was spinning. As if staying awake was an uphill battle he was losing, barely able to keep his eyelids opened.

The cold barely reached him anymore, the cold air that filled his lungs didn\'t sting as much.

The wind that pushed him left and right was merely an embrace.

It was as if his head finally hit the pillow in a comfortable bed, one that was chill on both sides.

It would have fluffly blankets, like cotton candy clouds, barely able to feel them.

It was as if he was floating, in the middle of a lake, one that was quiet and silent.

No noise, nothing.

Not even the hexes, constantly screaming.

Nothing.