The winds howled and the coldness of snow swept the lands, or at least the mountaintop. Whiteness existed everywhere within a certain region of the mountain, mostly its peak, but that wasn't the only interesting detail there.
On a location hard to properly pinpoint due to the ever-present snow storm rivers of silver inscriptions floated across a radius of about 100m.
Tiny compared to the rest of the mountain but that simple sight contained far greater importance.
Lines and symbols rotated around a singular figure, out of whom new symbols and words manifested to shoot towards the already large amount of words, lines, and symbols.
Noah sat in a cross-legged posture, his palms on his knees and his eyes closed whilst calculations appeared in his mind and he made them into reality. It had been only a bit over two days. Only a few hours remained till the rescue of the lady started and thankfully he was actually done.
