Starfall Year 833.
As if layers of frozen ripples, the jagged hills, and mountain ranges were covered in the colors of deep winter snow. It was late at night—vicious beasts were lurking; the birds were quiet.
And upon the sky was a slit as if a scar, allowing moonlight to fall.
Frost refracted the twin moons, the crystalline silver light illuminating Mount Mordus in a dazzling glisten—at the same time, Saint Igor broke through the barriers between dimensions, arriving at the North.
An ancient hand reached out as the pope soothed the dimensional ripples around his body. He stared before him, at the objective he made this journey—the warrior who made him surprised and delighted once more.
––He has become stronger again.
Such was the first thought that flashed through Igor's heart when he saw Joshua.
