The cold didn't bother me anymore.

No, it was an intense, numbing pain that went into my bones. The thick, magical ropes tore into my skin as my arms were forcefully yanked behind my back.

Even though I had a blindfold on, I could tell where I was being pulled without using my eyes.

It was a clumsy path.

With each stride, I could smell the ancient perfume of old power growing stronger.

I stood between Jarrus and Miran. They moved at the unrelenting pace of predators who were certain that ...