Rise of the Frozen Sovereign
He could simply let the city collapse under the weight of his own existence.
But before he could act, a shadow moved in the corner of the tunnel. A man stepped forward, dressed in robes of midnight blue, bearing a crest that made Aiden’s heart stop—the Black Sun.
"The Silver Moon Council are amateurs, boy," the stranger said, bowing low. "They play with fire and wonder why they get burned. We, however, know the value of an eternal winter. Join us, or watch Oakhaven vanish under the ice. It is your choice."