Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 1]

Trudging through the snow in the thick wolf skin pelts we'd received from Atlas, Pyrrha and I made our way back toward Beacon and the Lodge.

"That was the quietest farming trip I've ever seen," Pyrrha said, idly checking through the lien we'd collected.

"It's still cold out. I guess most people don't want to spend time fighting in the snow." It wasn't what I'd envisioned for the day either but Pyrrha's offer of farming lien for the Guild was so selfless that I couldn't send her out alone.

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"My sword near as froze to my hand while I was using it and the Grimm barely felt the temperature. It was like Atlas all over again, except no promise of a decent reward at the end of it." I shivered and rubbed my hands together. "I can't wait for winter to be over."

—Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 1]