Cold Fortress was adorned with wreaths of mountain ranges, isolated from most of the civilizations nearby. From the arid lands of the mountains found a thicket of woods that surround the infrastructure.
To a mere criminal, such a thought of escaping never crossed their minds for moving further down found dangers that would equate to death just as much.
There were nights where the skies wrapped themselves with darkness with not a single shred of light dawned upon them.
Tonight, at the moment, wasn't an exception.
At long last, Freidmirth beat his wings one last time before he swooped down on one of the mountain peaks. Peering down was layers of haze that were so hard to see what was beyond it. The only one Elliot could discern the dim flashes of light that attempted to escape from its clutches.
