"I finally got what I wanted. She killed you, Raziah. I can also die in peace now," A familiar voice spoke in the background. It held that grave danger, that strong powerful feeling behind it. It was the person that has been after Raziah's life from the start.
Raziah opened her eyes and found herself lying on top of a pile of snow. Stretched out before her were piles of snow, mountains of them. The place was all too familiar for her not to recognize. She's been here many times before.
"I decided to bring us into your subconsciousness before we ascend or descend," The anonymous person spoke again, and Raziah turned her head to see who it was desperately, but the fog around was a little thick. Though she could make out someone sitting on a chair not too far from her, seemingly moving Their fingers in front of them, "Though I highly doubt if both of us would ascend. Malcolm might make it,"
