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The hybrid almost wanted to look upwards at the sound, nearly instinctively glanced upwards to verify visually what he already knew in an auditory sense, what logic had spoken to him with the whisper of a crackle. The noise sounded again, resounding softly through the armet he wore, the sharp crackle of ice as it was shattered underfoot, or perhaps even the shattering noise of bone when it was torn free from its ligaments. The noise was not altogether unfamiliar; it did snow down in Etzos, but he had never truly expected to hear the crackle coming from above as opposed to below.
The hailstorms that had come through Scalvoris in the past few trials had been altogether infrequent, but nevertheless common enough that he had grown at least somewhat aware of a few basic rules. One such was that when the hail began to fall in sharp shards, when it began to clink against the dome of his helmet, then it was best to simply continue walking as opposed to looking upwards. He had observed at close-range as an Element gazed upward with some astonishment at the sight only for one of the aforementioned shards to burrow through his visor and strike him directly in the head. It hadn’t killed him, thankfully, but it had damaged one of his eyes rather roughly, and the hybrid had taken the misfortune of another as a lesson learned.
It was easy enough to keep the shards of ice from harming him, considered the hybrid as he considered maneuvering through the frost-covered ground, talons raking through snow as though it were an inconsiderable entity; in truth, it was rather frustrating how cold it made his feet, and he recognized that he would likely need to pause after a while so as to avoid any effects of frostbite upon the exposed limbs. The armor he wore did little to keep out the cold, but at the least it did well to keep the heat he exhibited trapped inside its metallic confine.
He was exploring, though he had long since abandoned any pretense of scouring the island for its assorted landmarks. No, instead he was searching to see if there were any others with a less than reasonable moral compass, others who might be capable of assisting him with a special work after he had gone. Crimson eyes glared outwards upon the frost-bitten world, observing the way that sky-borne icicles fell from the heavens and rapt with such forceful intensity upon the surface below, like stars themselves plummeting from their celestial home unto the ground.
Altogether the town seemed quieter than normal, the assorted residents of the town having been driven inside by the icy knives plummeting to the ground. Yet, the twilight hybrid thought that he could hear at least some vestige of noise, a tiny inkling of difference when compared to the auditory shriek of the wind. He pin-pointed the noise like a great predatory bird, beginning gradually to close upon his prey, curiosity driving him forward despite the chill. Certainly, he could have gone indoors, have returned to the tavern where he had stayed for so many trials, but what would be the point of having gone to a foreign island if one planned only to sit indoors? Besides, now that he could determine the noise; a yell of some sort, an angry and baleful noise, he was more than determined to track it down.
And so, he set out towards it, listening intently until he heard another-