Chapter 5859 Into The Frostpool
- "Not in the water." Aurora shook her head, then lifted one gloved hand toward the tallest of three jagged ice spires. "There."
- Following her gesture, Jared squinted up the sheer wall of frost. Halfway to the summit, a cavern of blue ice yawned, its mouth obscured by swirling mist that never dispersed.
- That mist carried a presence—subtle, ancient, and vast. It seeped out in slow breaths, coiling round them with the oppressive majesty of something that had ruled these wastes long before mortal memory.