~OK~
Magnus's boots trundled through the snow, Mog as always faithfully at his side. His new sword, with its blue-ish tint dragging alongside him. He hadn't had a good meal in a long time. He was following the path his friends had taken, following their footsteps. He had decided, he liked life better with his ark-angel blood flowing through his veins, rather than this human blood. The cold chill of the wind breased through his hair, his hands and his blood.