It was past midday; the sun was mosaiced by the clouds; not much light got through it. This place had its own way of adjusting to the outside of climate and its condition, and the barriers set up around the place shielded it from others sensing the changes around this mountain.
But right now, there was neither light nor darkness; it was like a mild twilight that enveloped everything in a soft glow.
And there he was sitting, calmly with his eyes closed.
The cold was a lot stronger here than it was in the village down below. But that it didn't bother him in the least.
There was the purple glow in front of him, the radiance of the chaos sword. The sword was levitating before him, and the purple energy was emerging from the sword like flames.
And not only that, the same purple-coloured energy was faintly emanating from Jolthar's skin too. He was like a lamp in the twilight.
