112 The Winter Orcs and Spiders are coming

"Chilling as always..." - Henry muttered, taking a deep breath. The hot air escaping his nostrils resembled coiling snakes, pushing the icy air away from his cheeks, forcing it to maintain its distance.

A wooden wall loomed on the horizon, at least three times the size of Henry and high enough to block the charge of a Winter Orc. The logs were tightly bound together and stuck deep into the snowy ground, leaving no room for prying eyes and erecting a sturdy barrier against any external threat.

The faint sunlight and the thin blanket of snow falling from the sky served as messengers of the morning, signaling the start of a new day within the Outer Layer of the Frozen Forest. The morning was accompanied by a deafening and dangerous silence as the beasts awaited patiently for their preys, the first one to make a noise was in a disadvantage.