Entering the dome was easy—the true challenge was resisting the biting cold, a sensation akin to stepping into the heart of the Arctic. As soon as Logan went inside, frigid winds and swirling snow engulfed him. He pushed forward without hesitation, taking only a few steps before noticing Freya had come to a halt, her expression twisted with defiance.
"No way in hell am I going in there! You must be—" she started, only to cut herself off, as if she had bitten her tongue.
Logan smirked, amused by her reaction. "Just get in here," he ordered, quickly casting magic shields to insulate them both from the cold. For a fleeting moment after they had stepped in, he considered dispelling her shield—letting her experience the true severity of the icy domain—but he ultimately shook his head and sighed, choosing restraint.
