-|Welcome The End || A path in the woods|-
mourningpurifier
The snow only seemed to grow worse and soon enough it turned into a weak blizzard. It goes without saying that the two purifiers lost each other in the storm. All of the trees looked the same and there was no way to tell where Michael went as the snow already covered his footprints. Calling out was an option, though the blizzard was loud and it was doubtful his voice would carry far.








