Chapter 120 The Day The Ice Let Go

• The thaw did not announce itself with sound.
• There was no shattering crack, no groan of splitting glaciers or roar of freed rivers. After everything the world had endured—the screaming winds of the Blizzard, the suffocating terror of the Endless Night, the cruel stillness of the Solar Freeze—it would have felt almost dishonest for release to come with spectacle.
• Instead, the ice loosened its hold the way a clenched jaw finally relaxes after too long.