In a wilderness region within Hydrurond, a dilapidated hut stood on a rocky ledge. The ledge oversaw a vast tundra. Some sort of ruins were in this tundra. A lone figure was seen walking toward this ruin.
Inside the hut, a towering draconian stood by the window and watched the lone figure in the distance. He had the face of someone who had been through much hardship. A long scar decorated his face passing through his right eye which was covered by an eyepatch.
His large body was covered with white plate armor. A humongous greatsword hung diagonally on his back. The greatsword was even longer than his height.
The draconian sensed something from his back. He looked behind him as the space distorted. Janus walked out of that distortion. This was the real Janus, who was older than the ones Jack usually met.
The draconian's gaze remained on Janus.
"Master Ragorth, it has been some time," Janus greeted.
