I was floating above a place I'd never been to before. It had an environment of frigid weather where snow carpeted the both the rocks and ground. The surrounding sky was covered in dark clouds, and the wind, which despite my astral form, was bitingly cold.
It caused me to shiver slightly.
No, the wind probably wasn't the reason. Perhaps the thing I could see protruding out of the rock was what made me nervous instead.
They were giant double doors so large they covered the entire side of the cliff face to the left of the mountainous peak I'd found myself in.
On the doors, a series of carvings depicted scenes of death and destruction on a scale even I'd never seen before. It was a world on fire where blue and red giants stomped on the tiny humanoid figures underneath them.
In front of these doors, two figures were huddled close together.
