They continued their journey once Andrew and Matthew's internal clocks finally decided it was time to wake up.
Truthfully, Ulrich could no longer tell whether it was morning or they were still walking through the night.
The sky had remained exactly the same from the moment they stepped onto the mountain, frozen in an endless twilight that never brightened and never darkened.
Andrew carried the torch they had made the night before, its flames dancing weakly against the relentless wind.
Ulrich did not believe they actually needed it. X's protection was more than enough to keep ordinary threats away, but he also understood that humans often relied on simple rituals to reassure themselves. A small circle of light was sometimes more comforting than overwhelming power.
"Ugh... don't you think these frozen bodies are starting to get creepy?" Matthew said as he rubbed his arms. "It feels like they aren't staring into the distance anymore. They're looking at us."
