In my opinion, if you go click on the "formatting" button, and change the color of the page from "Light" to "Dark", it kind of adds some effect to the chapter. Just throwing it out there, you don't have to do this.
POV: 3rd person
...Time unknown. Location, far in the northern hemisphere of Equestria...
The sky was nothing but a flood of thick clouds, barely allowing any sunlight to pass through. The black magicians weren't fooling around, and it definitely looked like it wasn't going to end either. Our two heroes were still walking/trotting, as they had been doing so for the past few weeks already. Silence was a thing now. There wasn't a grudge between the two. No tension. Nothing at all. One of them simply hadn't spoken ever since the disappearance of his friend.
The mission they were assigned literally placed the fate of the entire world on their shoulders. They simply had to rescue two ponies. The solar princess, Celestia, and her relative. The rescue of Celestia's relative wasn't as low in defcon as it was for Celestia, but oh... it was below any form of defcon for one of our heroes. The white pony's face was supremely stoic, his very rough stubble and grey outlined baggy eyes adding to the effect. The unforgiving cold winds blew at him and his companion, the corrupted nature constantly showing that it wasn't going to give at all. If anything, it was getting gradually worse.
The light that was barely getting through the clouds began to fade by the minute. Night was making its way in. The two immediately began their quickly learned routine of gathering fire wood, looking for some form of shelter as they did so. Luckily, they found a seemingly uninhabited rock house, which was really just a stone version of an igloo. They immediately went inside, making sure to check if it wasn't inhabited by any stone trolls. As soon as they knew it was theirs, they placed all the firewood in the center, and lit it up. They rolled a large slab of rock to block the entrance, which fit snugly to prevent anything from coming in. Just the smallest draft of cold slipped in, but nothing too bad. They placed their weapons down onto the firm dirt floor, and sighed as they sat down for the first time of the day.
The two sat for many minutes, enjoying the much needed warmth that came from the fire. Just as the pony was about to sleep, his companion spoke up.
"...Chris."
It startled him somewhat, since they hadn't spoken in what felt like forever. He opened his eyes, staring at his tall friend. It somewhat unnerved the human, his mint green eyes appearing to have no soul at all. It was like looking into a void. If anyone who didn't know Chris the way he did looked him into those eyes... they would've been gravely afraid.
This wasn't the best friend that he knew. Not at all.
"What." His voice was quiet, the tone sounding cold. Joel didn't take it personally though. He very much understood that ever since the beginning.
"...She'll be fine." The human whispered.
For many moments after, they looked at one another, different thoughts most likely going through each of their minds. Eventually, Chris simply mouthed a few words. No sound, but Joel read his lips. It sent an unearthly shiver up his spine.
"She better be."
The way he did it... he didn't even need to say it outloud.
He wanted blood.