The closer they got to Frostfang Delta, the more palpable the tension became. The wind howled through the mountain passes, carrying with it the bitter chill of the impending storm. Sera could feel the weight of it pressing down on her, as though the very landscape was warning them that they were walking into a dangerous unknown.
Caelum had been more silent than usual as they navigated the snow-covered terrain. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, and every now and then, Sera caught a flicker of something in his expression—something that spoke of the burden he carried, the weight of the fallen king's past that he could never fully escape.
For a moment, as they trudged through the snow, Sera allowed herself to look at him more closely. He had been a king, once, revered and feared by his peo
