A fierce blizzard raged in every direction for hours, forcing him to land and wait it out. He would have attempted to push through if his familiar had not been tired. It was the middle of the night when the snowstorm died out and he departed again. As the first rays of the sun were peaking over the east, he finally entered Ironman's Bay, and Winter followed the coastline from above the sea. In contrast with the North, the bay did not have a single cloud in sight.