North Eld, Mount Dobrié.
The mountaintop was blanketed in snow, and a meticulously groomed middle-aged man looked around.
"Ms. Tamara, this is the place," he said.
The man turned to Tamara, who stood behind him.
Tamara was of a burly build, her thick soles making deep impressions in the snow. She was still dressed in her ceremonial attire, which left her soles and arms exposed.
However, such low temperatures seemed to have no effect on Tamara.
"Curtis, is this where you said the anomaly was?" Tamara asked.
Her own student had been defeated by Roger, and her desire to show off was not fulfilled. But even so, Tamara suppressed the anger in her heart, for there were more important things awaiting her attention.
"Without a doubt, this place is secluded, rarely visited by anyone. If it weren't for a few young people from our family coming here for so-called exploration, I'm afraid the anomaly wouldn't have been discovered,"
the man respectfully known as Curtis replied.