As Kaizen lifted his companions with his psychic aura, the sensation of being lifted into the air was both exciting and disconcerting.
Andrew, Xisrith and Jayaa felt the cutting wind of the altitudes as they approached the Palace of Mist.
The sight of the Palace, now so close, was truly impressive.
The Palace of Mist stood majestically on top of the mountain, its unique shape the reason for its name. The empty skull of a frost giant had been sculpted and transformed into an imposing fortress, and from the empty eye sockets of this skull flowed an endless amount of mist, which fell towards the precipice in the middle of the mountains.
However, despite its fascinating appearance, the palace emanated a dark and sinister aura, as if impregnated with centuries of curses.