Chapter 92 : Reason
The town at the base of the Himalayas was shrouded in an icy fog.
Whoosh!
Households had their curtains drawn tightly, shutting out the bitter cold. The wind howled through the streets, carrying an eerie, cutting chill.
In the snow-covered town, a crimson figure moved forward through the storm, her steps slow and heavy.
Wanda Maximoff.
Her eyes were vacant, her expression hollow. The biting wind whipped through her thin crimson cloak, yet she felt no cold.
Pedestrians along the road pulled their coats tighter, their gloved hands shoved deep into their pockets. At the sight of a lone woman, barefoot and barely dressed in the middle of such unforgiving weather, their curiosity was piqued. Some paused, sparing her strange, lingering glances.
Whoosh!
A powerful gust of wind sent an involuntary shiver down their spines, prompting them to pick up their pace, fleeing from the unsettling sight.
"Wanda! Where are you going?"
From behind her, two familiar voices rang out.