The escape from the Glacial Spire was a descent into a nightmare of falling ice and screaming wolves. The city of Crystalia was literally melting. Without the High King’s magic to anchor the enchanted ice, the spires were becoming brittle, shattering under their own weight.
We ran through the crumbling corridors, Killian carrying Leo while I held Liam close to my chest. Hale and Astra led the way, their knowledge of the sub-levels, the only thing keeping us from being buried alive.
“The airships!” Hale shouted over the roar of the collapsing mountain. “If we can reach the docks, we can get out before the whole peak goes!”
We burst onto the docking platform just as the flagship began to tilt into the abyss. The sky above was a chaotic swirl of red and silver, the remnants of the flare st
