Who was the Masked man?

Glaciers

There was a twinkle in one of the clouds right after it started thundering again, and I saw a large chunk of snow coming our way from the sky with immense speed. Right next to it was another shooting snow glacier sort of thing that was raining down on us.
They rained from all directions like we were attracting them with a gravitational pull. Something in the body language of the Burnthounds made me realize that they were tensed, it had always been hot and humid in the Afterlife prison. They had never experienced cold, let alone touched a drop of water.
The snow chunk or the glacier was twice the size of a Burnthound. As it neared us, we stuck to each other like a group of scared bunnies.
Well, that was embarrassing, but what choice did we have?
I closed my eyes when I realized that any moment now those glaciers would crash on us, and we'll be in horrible pain. Yormen dug his face into Nichole's shoulder who was staring at the clouds with a wide mouth. Stank was the only one left with some hope and urgency. He tapped his staff several times on the stony surface in a hope that it would save us.
I prayed for it to help us, just like the last time, but nothing happened. I turned around and we stuck closer to each other, knowing that this was the end of our hopes to escape. We will soon be in our cellars, highly guarded, hungry, and drained of all energy.
The ground rumbled as something huge fell next to me and broke into pieces.
It was followed by another humongous chunk that fell a few centimeters away from Brandon. We weren't hit yet, but I knew there were more of them, raining from the clouds.
Another followed, but it seemed a little far from us. Our hearts had reached our mouths, we heard the sounds of five glaciers falling on the cliff. I finally opened my eyes, and the first thing that caught my eye was the snow at our feet. My gaze followed the ground everywhere, and the cliff was covered with the soft white snow, that gave me a feeling of familiarity, I realized I had seen snow before, I was once alive.
The cliff was now crowded, but not just by us and the Burnthounds, but also by five tall figures that stood around us wearing beautiful silver and golden crowns on their heads.
I felt a sigh of relief escaping my dry mouth. On our left stood a familiar figure, we had seen him back in the silver forest. His white silk cloak was flying behind him due to the wind, and I could see the thick fur beneath it.
A long black staff that seemed to be carved out of the finest oak wood was gripped tightly in his fair hand.
" You didn't expect me to return so soon, did you? " Lord Mesihall grinned at the Burnthounds. The one who stood before them all growled in anger. He carried a whip in one hand, and with the other he removed his silver mask, revealing the burnt skin beneath.
Tranqlord.
The red eyes seemed to dig holes into Lord Mesihall's chest.
" Kill 'em ", he growled and threw away the mask that went flying down the mountain, carried away by the wind.
" Run! " I whispered to my companions. I carried the staff in both hands and dashed past the Titans and the Burnthounds, without caring who could stop me. We had definitely caught everybody's attention, but to the Burnthounds, we were like the rats running away when the humans come closer. The end of the cliff was a narrow strip that connected it with the other higher ground. It was cracked at several places, but it was our only hope to get to the doorway. Only one person could move on it at a time, so I immediately balanced myself upon it and took smaller steps to cross the two hundred yards.
We were all getting away when I heard noises from behind. Something was being broken, or blasted, while someone was roaring with excitement. We didn't turn back, we only took the cautious steps on the strip.
I tried not to focus on what was beneath us. The muddy ground that would feel like a bullet train had just hit me and scattered me to bits, raining with blood.
We moved further, and all of us had our hands out like scarecrows. The fight intensified behind us, the blasts became frequent, though we had left them around a hundred yards behind, it still felt like they were right next to us.
I lifted my head to see how far were we yet to go, it was still a good distance. My legs followed a rhythm of steps and I could balance myself better upon the narrow strip. It was just a few more steps away, and I started taking longer strides. As soon as my feet touched the wider ground, I sighed and turned my neck. Brandon was up next, followed by Yormen, Stank, and Nichole.
We made it, we had escaped the clutches of the Burnthounds!
" Where do we go now? " Nichole asked, panting heavily.
" The doorway is there! " Stank pointed towards the sky. There was a tinkling in the sky, which seemed to be a star. Except that this was way brighter than any star.
" How do we reach there? " asked Brandon.
" I told you, " Stank said, fixing his gaze upon the doorway, " the Sorrowbender will help us. "
I could see no path that could lead us to the doorway. It was several hundred kilometers up in the sky, how were we going to go up there?
My stomach churned and I felt something swoosh past me. I turned in time to see a massive black figure had grabbed Stank by his throat and lifted him in the air.
" Running away, are we? " the Burnthound said angrily. He swung his hand with full force and threw Stank on the ground. Stank's head was filled with blood streaks all over. The Burnthound turned to me and Brandon.
I gulped, gripping the staff tightly.
If he threw me down, I would never be able to escape this place.
He hovered over the ground and advanced towards me, I instantly flung the staff in my hand and yelled at him. A blinding white light escaped the staff and I hit him across his silver mask. The Burnthound flew back crashing against a rock as if he'd been sprung from a cannon.