A gust of frigid wind tore through the camp, upending makeshift tents and kicking up a flurry of snow that had even the hardiest warriors shivering against the biting cold. As the bright snow settled down again into its icy stillness, the warriors went about their business, quickly fixing the wind’s disturbance as they continued to struggle against the cold. They could have ended up like their brothers. And Shinsu ‘Refum looked upon it all and didn’t feel cold at all. The furious flames of hate that danced within him were too hot for that. “Clear for now,” Shinsu told him. “But for how long?”