At the northernmost point of the continent, a visitor came to the iceberg where the snowstorm was blowing hard.

“Is this the place?” John Blake murmured as he looked up at the glamorous building that didn’t match the iceberg.

“Open the gate,” John Blake said toward the wall where no one could be seen. Surprisingly, a skeleton wearing a white helmet appeared on the walls. The skeleton stared silently at John Blake for a few seconds before quickly flying down from the wall. 

Thump!

The skeleton failed to land properly. It landed on both feet, but its leg bone snapped. The fallen leg bone rolled over and hit John Blake’s foot.

“Be careful.” John Blake frowned and waved his hand in the air. The white bone that had fallen to the ground floated up and flew to the fallen skeleton. The skeleton with the white helmet grabbed the floating bone that was now in front of it and put it back where it was supposed to be. Then it got up and bowed to John Blake.

“Hello, please guide me to Edward,” John Blake said as he approached the skeleton.

The skeleton nodded...