"...."
Far to the north, a lone figure walked through the endless snow.
The woman kept her hood pulled low over her head. Beneath it, her eyes glowed with a faint golden light as she moved across the frozen expanse.
The northern fortress that once belonged to the Glades was nearly abandoned.
After the death of its Head, the Glade elders had turned against one another in a vicious struggle for power. Their conflict soon spread beyond their halls, dragging the entire region into chaos.
What began as a dispute among elders eventually ignited a northern civil war.
Astrid could not ignore it.
The people of the north were the only ones she could still consider family. After all, her grandparents were quite literally here and alive.
And so she intervened. One by one, the tyrannical Glade elders who had seized control were brought down by her hand.
Peace had not returned yet, but the worst of them were gone.
"Astrid… are you leaving now?"
