Chapter Thirty Three: Sanctuary of Whispers
The ice-bound horizon of Norvegr loomed like a dream carved from bone and starlight. Jagged mountains pierced the sky, shrouded in a mist that shimmered faintly with silver threads of ancient magic. Snow swirled through the air in ghostly eddies, whispering secrets that only the land remembered.
Aurora stood at the bow of the airship as it descended into the hidden fjord. Her breath misted before her, though her body felt no cold—an enchantment Kael had cast before their arrival. Even still, a chill deeper than frost settled in her soul. This place wasn’t just old—it was sacred. And dangerous.
Kael came to stand beside her, his expression grim beneath the fur-lined cloak.
“There,” he said, pointing to a waterfall that didn’t fall, but rose in
