A broken sigh shuddered from the depths of him . It seemed a particularly cruel timing to find himself here , with the wounds from his recent loss still so enflamed and painful . Behind him a small chime sounded , and Clark turned to see the green cylinder laying in the snow beside the imprint of where he had landed . His eyes narrowed in curiosity . This was not the Father crystal , he realized .

Question: What could this passage be ?
Answer: A fictional fantasy novel about a different world .A war novel about life in WWII .A mystery novel about a murder .None of the above choices .