Not too long before Max was forced to flee the general area in which the yetis resided, at the top of a cliff, overlooking the snow covered area below.
The blizzard was worse at this height, not merciful enough to allow anyone or anything survive, holding enough power to lift a full grown man and toss them down the cliff.
But at this very cliff stood a strange being.
With sparse white hair, blue eyes, pale skin and bones protruding from his skin, making him like a malnourished middle aged man, a being stood with his hands behind his back.
He wore a tattered black armor with a spear embedded in the ground just beside him.
His beautiful blue eyes were the only good thing about his appearance and as he peered down at the valley below, it seemed as though he could see through the haze.
In fact, it was actually that.
He was currently observing Max with a strange expression on his face.
