Angele checked the situation of the main world and felt that a storm was coming.
He stepped out of the room and left the ruin. He stood by the edge of the volcano.
It was early in the morning and the sky was still gray. Tiny snowflakes were falling down, dancing in the chilling wind.
*CHI CHI*
The snow would make some strange noise every time Angele took a step. He slowly walked to the edge of the snow mountain.
Standing on the cliff, Angele could see the white clouds down the hill—the clouds looked like cotton flowers.
A purple-black ray of light was standing among the tops of the snow mountains, striking into the sky. It looked like a long bar that was stabbed into a mountain.
Angele looked at the purple ray and noticed that it came from a white stone platform. A group of people in black robes surrounded the platform, chanting incantations.
