William walked. Free. Unchained.
Much of the night remained, but not much of the storm remained. The snow storm was still going with the strong cold wind blowing, though it wouldn't last for long. The beast's cries had stopped a few moments ago, giving him much freedom to move in the mountain. Winds curled against his body as if missing him with the wisps of waves surrounding his body. He was fully free, including his channels, to do whatever he wanted with his power.
William still walked carefully, as if searching for something on the way. No, he was definitely not worried about those righteous fools to come in his way. Well, maybe a little, but he didn’t care about it much now. Considering they would be worried about better things, it made his job easier.
He found the corpse of his uncle a few minutes ago, lifeless and cold, and felt nothing. He found his father's apprentice too, unconscious in the cold, but he didn't care much for them.