In the blink of an eye, Zoe vanished from the cliff's edge.

Penelope almost felt as though the sight of Zoe standing there had been a mere illusion.

The howling wind and the patter of rain and snow accentuated the desolation atop the mountain.

With eyes bloodshot, Penelope rushed forward, peering over the edge. In the abyssal mist below, Zoe's fallen form was no longer visible.

A desperate cry tore from his throat, as if his heart had been rent open without warning, and the biting cold wind, laden with snow, flooded into the chasm within him.

In that instant, a chilling agony seized every fiber of his being, rendering...