Light and space warped creating a dizzying illusion, gravity twisted and turned, sometimes heavy, sometimes light but all physically unsettling to the organs, at least it would be for someone who wasn't used to such stimulating movements. Thankfully however Frost wasn't counted among this number, due to his frequent teleportation within the Dungeon and his more recent advances through the realm of Niflheim this shift across thousands of kilometres was actually rather pleasant, not to the same level as the bubble Dark used to transport his children but not too far off.
In less than ten seconds Frost and Kiba found themselves deposited before a vast mountain range with peaks that stretched far beyond the eye could see. Thick clouds of ice and snow, thundering with a vengeance so palpable that even someone with pathetic survival instincts would know to steer clear. Beyond such a boundary death would be your only companion.
