The wolf's digging comes to a halt as he breaks through a thick layer of snow, bursting out of it to the world below him. The space around it waved and trembled, a familiar encompassing darkness lay ahead from where Sieghart jumped, an encroaching all-compassing darkness like the void.
In a way, it reminded him of the golden twilight he saw before Ouro appeared, even if at that time he saw light, but now he was before thick darkness as if in the face of the void.
It reminded him of the sun. 'I think the last time the sun dared to show up was when Yraka used his lightning bolt thing, and when I awakened half-buried in snow and debris.' Only of these times did he see the sun in its full blazing glory.
