A hand, ripped and torn but mending itself, grasped onto a rugged, white surface. The sharp winds, imbued with the mana of the ice element, threatened to rip it apart, but it withstood their relentless assault.
The rugged surface was as wide as a plain, yet it had a remarkably unique, harrowing feature, one that looked like the gate to hell itself, the abyss.
A hole, one so massive and deep one could not even fathom it's size, Alan climbed up, using his chin as a support. His hair was long gone, and his face was riddled with hideous scars from the lightning storm he just went through.
"Ha..."
He climbed up fully, gasping for breath. Quickly making a wall of thick ice to shield himself, he forced his mana to go to his heart, and cancelled whatever fortifications he had on him, using aura to speed up the regeneration process.
