Into the Jaws of the Peaks, the Shattered Peaks rose like the jagged teeth of some ancient beast that have never been seen in recent times, their spires was piercing the sky that is churned with storm clouds and the air was heavy with the scent of ozone and stone.
Kelvin led the Tide's Crest through a narrow pathway, his boots were crunching on loosed shells that were scattered everywhere, each step they took was a careful dance to avoid the thin drops that was covering their path.
His staff was held tightly in his hand which was pulsed with fire runes and its warmth was a faint shield against the biting wind that was flooding the whole place.
The flame carved pendant that was around his neck swung with his movements.
