Chapter 15 Winterglass
- The north was made of silence.
- Not the peaceful kind, but the type that settled in your lungs and made you wonder if you were already dead.
- Eron Rane had never seen snow until now. Not real snow—just ash, dust, and ruin. But this? This was a wasteland of ice, stretching endlessly across a wind-lashed white horizon. The frozen glacial belt known as the Winterglass Expanse.