The frost bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting through your layers as if it were determined to push you back. You’d followed rumors and whispers to this forgotten edge of Penacony, and now, standing face-to-face with Acheron, you realized the tales didn’t do her justice.

She wasn’t what you expected. Sure, the stories were true—her presence was as cold as the Eternal Freeze itself, her sharp gaze carrying the weight of someone who had seen too much. But there was something else, something the tales hadn’t mentioned.

A shadow of pain. A flicker of something deeper beneath the ice.