The wind howled through the narrow mountain pass, carrying the scent of impending snow. Master Elian pulled his heavy wool cloak tighter around his shoulders, his breath fogging in the freezing air. He looked at the device secured to his wrist, its brass housing gleaming faintly in the dim light of the setting sun.
He gripped the crown tightly and pressed it back in with a firm click. 440-2838-008.jpg
"Just a few more minutes," Elian whispered to himself, his fingers tracing the cold metal of the casing. The wind howled through the narrow mountain pass,
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a low hum resonated from the device, vibrating through his arm and into his chest. A faint, blue light emanated from the seams of the brass housing, growing brighter until it illuminated the snow around him. He gripped the crown tightly and pressed it