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she said softly. The dawn over the northern peaks did not bring light; it brought a heavy, suffocating fog that rolled off the glacial ice caps like thick gray smoke. The neon-green fractures in the sky pulsed violently, casting long, sickening shadows over the snow-covered expanse of the northern valley.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

The impact of the glacial shockwave was instantaneous and cataclysmic. A wall of razor-sharp, blue-black ice—towering fifty feet high and racing across the frozen tundra at the speed of a falling meteor—shattered the air with a deafening screech of grinding tectonic pressure. The sub-zero winds twisted into a vortex of localized blizzards, attempting to bury Caelum and Lyra beneath tons of ancient, permafrost ruins. Caelum did not retreat an inch. His massive, muscular frame planted firmly into the frozen earth, his shadow broadsword erupting with a violent aura of black-and-silver lightning.

The mountain didn't shake from an earthquake; it groaned under the weight of three million tons of frozen chemical slurry. Four miles south across the valley, on the steep, unstable shale slopes of the Old Industrial Sector, the glaze-ice finally snapped the earth’s crust. The temperature had hovered at fifteen below zero for seventy-two hours, locking the catastrophic chemical tide beneath a six-foot sheet of solid glass. The weak shale foundations beneath the poor district's terraced shanties couldn't hold the top-heavy mass.

Jovan whispered, his voice barely audible over the rising wind. “Ice spirits,” Thiago grunted, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He reached into his jacket again, pulling out a small, intricately carved piece of metal that looked like a stylized snowflake. “My dad called them the ‘Whispers of the Frost.’ They guard the mountain. They don't like intruders.”

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He had found a way to make runes even smaller than before by using the stinger of baby murder Hornets. The energy cores would be gathered from the energy beasts living in the Glacier Forrest. The Glacier forest, as its name suggested, was land covered in ice, while most of it was forested not all over it was a forest, and not all of it was covered in ice. There were multiple lava lakes that housed fire and earth type energy beast and plants. River's lakes and hot Springs where water type energy beast lived, etc. Gin used this place as their training and hunting ground.

Cool had me trained for this but unfortunately this is one of those training sessions I had failed miserably. "Aww." I muttered when I accidentally moved my hands. Laso was basically a rope. But the more you move, the more it tightened and it also causes pain. This is a piece of cake for a normal glacia, however I still have limited access to that ability of mine. Unlike being a flamia, which can be altered by emotions, being a glacia requires much patience and concentration. I tried to recall all the lessons I've learned from Cool about this thing. "Don't even try. You can't escape here." I suddenly stop trying to free myself when I heard a very deep voice.

Looking up at the stars from this angle, admiring the landscape far below her, on either side of the wicked mountain, illuminated by the silver moonbeams, she couldn’t believe just how beautiful it all was. When the dragon touched down near the top of the mountain, a chill passed over Nya’s body. It was cold up here. Just above her head, a snowcap balanced on the highest point of the mountain. Around her, little drifts of snow dotted the dark, jagged landscape. There wasn’t much room for her to stand next to the dragon here, the ground was so narrow and uneven. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stay warm. Now might be a good time for a burst of flames from the dragon’s mouth. No

They all wanted to see what would happen next. His body tilted backward, and he grabbed desperately at the ground, his claws digging into dirt and stone as he hung off the edge of the cliff by sheer instinct alone. Hugh struggled violently, trying to pull himself up, but the deep gash on his back made every movement excruciatingly painful. His muscles trembled under the strain, and it became painfully clear that he wouldn’t be able to climb back up on his own. Gasps erupted across the battlefield. Every werewolf from the White Moon pack turned toward the cliff, watching in stunned silence as their Alpha clung to the edge, his body suspended over a deadly drop.