Your body was feeling limb. The pressure of the snowstorm could drive you insane and get you killed, yet you somehow managed to continue with determination. You thank Arceus for protecting you, but you realize that Arceus isn’t protecting you, it’s just sheer luck. When you tripped your face hit the snow, and when you picked yourself up, a shadow would come across you from the sky. You look up and you see a silhouette of a huge bird, as fear builds up upon you as you hear a chuckle. “What do we have here? An impurity struggling against the harsh coldness of the tundra, or a morsel escaping from encasing doom?”