The moment Victor's boots touched the icy surface, he felt the world change a little.
The subterranean cold did not vanish but it was replaced by the brightness of the surface.
The frozen wastelands stretched endlessly in every direction. His breath curled like silver mist as he exhaled, adapting instinctively to the new environment.
Rhozan climbed up beside him, followed by the ten elite warriors Victor had reluctantly approved.
Their armor, made of chiseled frost-steel and glowing runic threads, reflected the golden light of the sun above.
Victor scanned the horizon.
"So… what now?" he questioned whilw adjusting the grip on his legacy sword. "That thing—the corrupt undying entity—it morphs, right? How are we supposed to know which creature is it when it gets here? What if it shows up disguised as one of the beasts that roam this region?"
