Ty slowly regained consciousness, the chill of the mountain snow against his skin pulling him back to reality. He blinked against the harsh winds as the last sunlight dipped below the horizon and stars began to fill the night sky.
Near midnight, a massive pale glow rose from a distant point and swallowed his attention.
Groaning, Ty brushed a thick layer of snow off his battered frame. His bones ached with the cold, but the sight of the unusual light reignited his curiosity.
With grim determination, he summoned the black flames under his feet, the heat melting snow in his wake as he propelled himself toward the mysterious radiance.
As he approached, the source of the glow became clearer--a structure hidden away in the sky, resembling a black rectangular box.
Despite its size, it bore the markings of age, with weathered surfaces from centuries passed. The artifact floated silently, suspended in the heavens, its doors sealed tight.
