Out at sea, the island was enveloped in a blanket of white, save for the area amidst the formation of Twilight Steles, where the greenery held onto its vibrancy.
"Who's there? Lord Solomon, Chief Doug has been waiting for you for some time."
"Hmm, you have my thanks for your efforts."
Solomon had traveled from afar and casually responded to the sorcerer guarding the island. Stepping onto his flying beast, he ascended into the black portal hanging mid-air and entered the space filled with an unsettling aura.
"Sorcerer Doug, I hope all has been well with you," Solomon spotted the figure standing on the Small Bronze Square and, without ceremony, landed beside him.
As he stared at the Shadow Tigon still bound by the runes chains, then sensed the stirrings from the depths of Black Water Lake below, a strange chuckle escaped him.
"Tsk, tsk, your luck seems rather poor this time."
