"This…"
"Just how did they…"
"That place… really is a den of hidden masters…"
Observing the massive spire of ice with such grandeur that comes out from it nearly scraping the skies, the people in charge of the Flammenherz Kingdom's neighboring domains couldn't help but mutter to themselves as well, a mixture of terror and fascination to said kingdom as they wonder just who is this mysterious figure that just comes out of nowhere, greets the crown princess of the Flammenherz Kingdom and proceeds to completely obliterate the looming threat of the undead.
One among the people here, an old man clearly past his prime, displays neither an expression of terror nor fascination, as in his eyes are clear greed for whoever it is that managed to perform such 'miracle' in his eyes, the mind of the olden man already thinking of ways to get the identity of this hidden master, along with considering what it might take for him to make him move them to his side.
