Chapter 100 When The Winds Cease

• The world fell silent.
• For the first time in months, the wind no longer screamed. It was as if the earth itself had grown weary of its own fury. The snow still covered everything in thick, suffocating layers, but it no longer swirled through the air. The sky—pale and heavy—hung low over the frozen world, gray as ash and utterly still.
• Darren stood by the window, arms folded, watching the stillness beyond. No more blinding gusts, no more rattling walls or roaring air. Only quiet. Only the sound of his own breath fogging against the cold glass.