Moku looked up, staring at the sky now completely shrouded in gray clouds and thick snow-laden mist.
Even with Inner Eyes, he couldn't pinpoint Cryonix's location. The ice dragon had vanished, soaring deep into the storm and darkness.
All that remained was the sound of snow brushing against itself and the shrieking winds in his ears.
The sky above stretched like an infinite void of shadow.
Yet the alarm from Inner Eyes continued to ring in his mind, signaling an imminent and overwhelming threat.
"Has he retreated?... No, impossible," Moku thought, shaking off the notion.
He didn't know what Cryonix was planning, but one thing was certain: whatever it was, it wouldn't bode well for him.
Moku steeled himself, every sense honed and locked onto the sky. His eyes searched, his ears strained, and every fiber of his being remained on edge.
A sudden silence descended, as though the world had momentarily ceased to turn.
