Angel leaped on his feet, soaring through the gusty snowfall.
Soon, he arrived at the entrance of Ice Valley.
Surrounded by eerie silence, Angel saw no one around. After a moment's thought, he rubbed the crimson drop of blood in his hand, and slowly, the blood drop began to heat up.
Just then, a shadow flashed across the sky, there and gone in an instant.
Angel heard the cracking sound of leaves being stepped on behind him. He spun around sharply, only to see the shadow emerging slowly from the forest.
A black hat, a black cane, a white bow tie, white gloves; an impeccably dressed figure with a handsome yet cold demeanor.
It was Sanders!
"Mentor!" Angel's eyes lit up as he approached.
But no sooner had he taken a step forward than Sanders turned into a shadow enveloped in a fierce gust. The shadow lunged towards Angel's face.
Startled, Angel quickly leaped backward just as the fierce wind was about to reach his face, landing atop a lush, tall tree ten meters away.
