Shovoroth couldn't help but grin at the statement. It truly was a wonderful thing to fly, especially after so long. He returned his focus back to reality as they made their destination. A large wall of snow and frost awaited them directly ahead. It stretched from left to right as far as the eye could see. But this was not a natural occurrence. This was of his own making. As he approached the blizzard wall, he ceased his connection to the world around him. Immediately, the blizzard began to die down until a section of it ceased to exist. When it did, it revealed another thing that only an Ahamkara like him was capable of. A mountain, broader and taller than any other, with an opening in the side large enough for him to enter and exit through, stood absolute in the middle of the torrent of the blizzard. As they passed through the threshold of the blizzard, he connected to the primal forces of the world, sealing the gap in the frost-like wall.