A towering man stood in the heart of the frozen wilderness, his height surpassing seven feet.
Sleek black horns jutted from his forehead, curving slightly back. His white-silver hair flowed down his muscular, pale back, reaching past his waist. His body completely bare.
From his lower spine extended a long white tail, lined with small spines.Between his shoulders sprouted two bat-like wings, coloured in icy white.
His piercing blue eyes rose to the sky where, high above, stood a figure completely shrouded in haze. The power radiating from him felt otherworldly, bending the very air around him.
Then came a voice not through the ears, but echoing within Thalgar's mind, like a whisper carved into the soul.
"THALGAR, THE FROST DRAGON... TELL ME—DO YOU WANT TO ASCEND?"
Thalgar's grinding, stone-like voice growled in response:
"What do you want?"
The man's voice, still disembodied and ethereal, echoed again in Thalgar's thoughts:
