Klaus walked over to the small reinforced sliding window on the side of the cabin and he unlatched it, sliding the heavy wood back just an inch.
The howling sub-zero wind immediately ripped into the warm cabin, carrying a flurry of freezing white snowflakes.
Klaus didn't flinch. He reached his left arm out the window, holding the dirty plates into the freezing storm.
He didn't need a washbasin or a rag as he simply tapped into the thudding core behind his ribs.
A thin controlled layer of pure white Soul Mana coated his fingers.
He extended that mana into the empty air, catching the falling snowflakes before they could blow past him.
With a microscopic flex of his will, he forced the ambient temperature around his hand to violently spike.
The snowflakes instantly melted into a heavy, swirling sphere of hot, pure water, suspended by his magical gravity.
