CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Gwendolyn walked in awe through the Valley of Trapped Souls, the endless maze of frozen bodies, Alistair, Steffen, and Aberthol beside her, Krohn at her feet, snarling. They were all on edge. It was the most eerie and desolate landscape that Gwen had ever entered. Every twenty feet or so another ice capsule protruded from the earth, each perhaps ten feet high, and just wide enough to contain a body. They were translucent, and inside each Gwen saw a frozen body, staring out with an expression of agony.
“What is this place?” Steffen asked.
“They are all trapped souls,” Aberthol remarked. “Destined to live out the rest of their days here.” Aberthol’s voice shook with exhaustion as he walked, leaning on his staff, the sound of it clicking on the ice floor the only thing
