The wind suddenly grew stronger. Fine snow swirled through the air, as if responding to those words.
Without realizing it, Jay reached for Liv's hand and held it tightly.For the first time, Liv did not pull away.
At the boundary between worlds between a dead past and a future yet unborn their fate began to move once more.
The Grand Sorcerer's residence stood apart from any settlement a structure of black stone that seemed to grow directly out of the frozen ground. Its walls were carved with ancient sigils, unknown to all but the oldest of mages, symbols that pulsed faintly as Liv stepped inside, as if recognizing her presence.
The security was absolute.
Dozens of robed sorcerers stood in layered circles, each holding a staff or talisman that radiated a cold, pale light. Not one of them spoke. Their gazes were sharp and vigilant fixed not only on Jay, but also on Liv, as though she were the center of something both sacred and dangerous.
