A biting wind swept across the cliff as Areyos left the secret base, leaving Sorey and Yoko sheltered in the cave. Propelled by his airbending, he soared through the night sky, his white coat snapping like a banner in the storm. Below him, the earth blurred into a streak of rocks and twisted trees until he reached his destination: the cliff where Melios had been sniping from. At the same moment, Klaus emerged onto the plateau, his boots clacking against the flat stone, his breath forming mist in the icy air. He stopped abruptly, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness.