At a distant mountain north of Netherfields, a mountain so tall its peaks were covered in snow all year round, a man in an all-black ensemble appeared in the middle of a frost-covered ridge.
When Draven arrived, the divine energy he sensed grew more pronounced. It seemed like an isolation barrier had been set up outside the mountain to prevent anyone from sensing it, and it was by pure accident a crack appeared. Despite the crack being immediately mended, that short fluctuation of divine energy was caught by Draven, causing him to come and investigate.
As he traced the direction where that divine energy was most concentrated, his boots left deep footprints behind on the snow. The cold air mixed with snowflakes continued to blow in his direction, but the man continued to walk, unbothered by the low temperature.
