The chariot descended through the clouds, hooves and wheels resting on a road made of ice.
Lancet opened the door and stepped out. Right away, he was hit by the cold, immediately biting at his skin.
He helped Opaline and Spectra get down, then returned his gaze to the world around him. The sight stole his breath even more than the cold.
He had read about Antarticon in the light novel and everything he was seeing matched the descriptions he recalled.
The Frozen Kingdom. Antarticon. A realm of eternal winter, where ice was not a season but a way of life.
The kingdom rose before him like a vision from a dream. Towers of crystal and glass stretched toward the sky, their surfaces collecting sunlight and refracting it into rainbows of light.
The buildings were very modern, impossibly tall, and every single one was built with ice. It was almost like they had grown from it rather, shaped by magic into structures that seemed to defy gravity.
