"What should we do now?" An anxious groan escaped the lips of a man as he gripped his hair in his fists.
His butt was planted on the snow and it seemed as though the freezing temperature did not bother him as he had other troubling thoughts occupying his mind.
After all, his Master had been swept away by a freak whirlwind that had emerged out of nowhere, taking him and his Master by surprise.
He had run towards his Master at full speed but had not been able to save him as the whirlwind was faster in making its move.
"Don't lose hope, Horace." Another man patted his shoulder in an attempt to console him.
The man seated on the snow-covered ground who had just been called Horace looked up and found that it was his fellow knight, Sigma.
Sigma was the driver who had stayed back with the carriage but after getting Horace's distress signal he had rushed over to see what was wrong.
