On the other side of the mountain, the figure who clad in a jet-black coat stood in eerie silence. The man's face that is pale and sharp was illuminated faintly by the glow of the massive black skeleton before him. Tendrils of black mist oozed from the skeletal remains, coiling and writhing as they were pulled into his body. The man's cold gaze sharpened and his brows furrowing as he understand the situation.
His hands clenched at his sides as a flicker of irritation crossed his face that usually cold without emotion. He could feel the presence of the Dragonborn that should have been leagues away for now. Yet they are here.
"How did they find us so quickly?" he muttered with low and grating voice.
The air around him grew colder as his absorption of the black mist quickened. His breath came out in even puffs of misty vapor, betraying his calm exterior. The task was urgent now and no room for delays.
Then it hit him.
