[i]Hundreds of miles away, deep in a mountain prison, buried in several tons of ice, a man in tattered red robes draws on his elemental powers for the first time in decades.[/i] His eyes open, the irises a flaming red. He stands up, and lifts his scarred palms, aiming at the door of his prison. A white hot jet of flame melts the door, leaving it a puddle of metal. He steps out of his prison, and flexes his hands. [i]Time to be gone from this retched place.[/i] He turns to the stairs, and begins walking down the steps.