Klaus hovered high above the sanctuary's icy terrain, suspended in the pale sky like a solitary star.
The air beneath his boots rippled faintly with the shimmer of his aura; his presence was like that of a god.
Far below, the icy mountain loomed, its colossal frame protruding upward through the clouds.
In between the summits of mountains stood one that was almost double the size of the others.
At his level high above the sky, the wind screamed as it rushed past his form, cold enough to slice through flesh, but for Klaus, it was just a breeze of gentle air.
He looked at the central mountain.
Its structure was thick and unyielding; the layers of ice were so densely compacted that they shimmered like glass.
The world around the mountain was quiet without a sign of any commotion. Klaus had instructed his summons to leave the area.
Slowly and deliberately, Klaus extended his right hand.
