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Hours felt like days. The cold bit through layers of wool and hide. Just as Ganco’s knees began to buckle, the screaming wind abruptly died. They had breached the eye.

Ganco and Andi had returned from the breath of the storm, carrying the light of the Burya to those who had lost all hope. ganco_andi_burya

Most would flee, but Ganco strapped on his leather goggles and checked the seals on Andi’s harness. Legends spoke of the Heart of the Gale , a pocket of absolute calm at the center of the storm where rare, glowing frost-flowers grew. These flowers were the only cure for the sleeping sickness ravaging the lowland villages. Hours felt like days

Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden warmth of the eye. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a prayer of thanks to the Burya. Andi sat vigil, his amber eyes reflecting the celestial glow. They had breached the eye

As the first wall of white hit, the world vanished. Ganco leaned into Andi’s flank, using the cat’s immense strength to stay grounded. They moved by instinct and rhythm. Andi tracked the scent of ozone and ancient ice, while Ganco used a brass compass that spun wildly, guided by the storm's magnetic pulse.