Chapter 144: The Birth Cry
Noah reappeared before a swirling vortex of mana—a massive, humming gate pulsing with cold power.
A dungeon gate.
This was the one Elira had told him about. The one with ice at its core.
He floated before it in silence, watching as pale-blue mana coiled and spiraled like a storm trapped in a mirror. The sheer cold radiating off it would have frozen an ordinary person solid from a distance. But Noah was far beyond ordinary.
As he gazed at the gate, Elira's words echoed in his mind.
This dungeon was one of the reasons she had chosen him.
Because it wasn't normal. This place… held something deeper. Something ancient.
It had an ice-based theme—frost-touched terrain, beasts of pure winter, and one critical secret.
"Inside lies a fragment," she had told him, "a shard of the Origin of Ice itself."
A piece of the original concept. Something not meant for mortals.
