It was becoming a very stupid idea, Cid decided, to go into this Historia Crux. He guessed the beach hadn’t been that bad, besides the people. However, he wouldn’t be Cid Highwind without his craving for adventure, to test the limits, to see how far he could go.
Well he had gone right into the damn coldest place in wherever the hell he was. The wind wasn’t the only thing howling either.
“You want a piece of me you little shits!?” Cid brandished his spear and deftly skewered the nearest wolf, blood splattering across the white snow.














