Yet, the discomfort was nothing compared to his determination to reach his destination.

With unwavering persistence, he ascended the mountain's peak, a lone figure against the pristine expanse of white.

The illuminated temple beckoned, a beacon of light against the night. Waylen's breath formed clouds in the frigid air as he entered, his features pale, his eyes burning with fervor.

Addressing the young disciple, his voice carried a plea.

"I need to see Mindy."