The Sprites deposed her to a barren grey valley, looking like it was found under the shadow of Adhirshagg Mountain. Xèijandhìm's mind could feel the cold, but, as her instinct suggested her to put her hands on her arms in order to warm herself up, she recalled her body was not there. Cold or warmth are but ideas to a mind, therefore it only took for her to think about warmth in order to warm herself. Within that smoking icy desert, she saw some ancient ruins stand, so she thought to get closer and enter what looked like a very ancient temple, of which the only crumbled walls, severed pillars, and a myriad of broken statues remained. The ghostly silence looming over that place gave her shivers. One could only hear the wind hissing, and a soft crackling, as from a fire of embers not fully ex
