Acker Holloway opened his eyes, his hands clasped in front of him as though he were saying a prayer. At this moment, he was plummeting from the sky, his monk-like robes fluttering wildly as gravity tore him downwards through the freezing air.
"Amitabha," Acker spoke as he plummeted, his face calm and tranquil, his staff perfectly balanced on his shoulders as the raging wind couldn't even move it by the slightest fraction.
Arriving at the ground, he landed with a deft touch, his landing smooth and controlled. His eyes scanned the area as he took in his surroundings. All his black eyes could see was a field of ice. It was as though he had landed in a completely different world; the atmosphere was chilling and biting, carrying with it a coldness that seemed capable of freezing flesh and bone alike.
