Monica exhaled deeply as she looked up at the steam that came out of her mouth as the heavy blizzard hit the Monastery. The weather in the North Neva had worsened as it was already winter, and they called it the silent death season because any animals or humans would die from freezing at that time of the season. There was only silence and the sound of the robes that people wore, rubbing against each other because of the strong freezing wind. She anxiously waited and stared at the distance even though she could barely see anything that was a dozen meters ahead of her.
Suddenly the sound of horses neighing could be heard and the sound of the steel gate in the distance. Monica hurriedly walked toward the gate with Maximilian and a few Paladins that were ordered to stay behind and protect both of them. They both looked anxious as they narrowed their eyes, trying to see through the thick blizzard.
