Waiting, waiting...
Triss, dressed in a pure black cloak that envelops his entire body, stands patiently before a massive black gate tens of meters high, waiting for it to fully open.
"Creak creak..."
Amid the ear-piercing sound, one can see the gate rotating at an angle velocity of less than one degree per second, expectedly taking over a minute to fully open.
Behind Triss, there are a dozen or so individuals dressed similarly to him, all his companions. Additionally, there is a large black ship parked on the ground. The ship is over twenty meters long and about five meters wide, its surface etched with numerous Magic Runes, and on the deck lie one large and two small silver-white metal coffins.
From the gaps in the coffins, white cold air faintly emerges and instantly freezes the moisture in the air into ice crystals. Soon, traces of white frost gradually cover the coffins.
Waiting, continue waiting...
"Creak... Creak... Crack!"
