The Lunar Legacy
Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed from above, the ground trembling beneath their feet, the icy wall to their left cracking with a sharp snap, chunks of ice and snow breaking free, the sound growing louder, an avalanche roaring down the slope toward them, the wind carrying a cloud of frost that obscured their vision, the path a deathtrap, the chill a constant threat, the Frostspire a relentless adversary.
Samantha reacted instantly, her staff flaring with silver light, the runes glowing brightly, her voice sharp, the blue glow illuminating her face, the wind howling through the pass, the avalanche closing in, the path a treacherous climb, the chill a constant threat. “Avalanche! Against the wall
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