In the depths of the northern continent, where the sun barely touched the frozen earth and the winds carried the screams of dying things, a place existed that no map showed and no sane person sought.
This was the continent of monsters. Sealed from the rest of the world by powerful barriers and guarded by the second strongest man alive—Azariah Raizen, the Warden of the North. For centuries, the monsters had been contained here, their hunger contained by walls of magic and steel.
But containment was not peace.
At the heart of this frozen hell rose a mountain so vast, so impossibly tall, that it pierced through the clouds and reached toward the heavens themselves. Its peak was lost in the perpetual gray sky, hidden from mortal eyes. The temperature here was so brutally cold that a drop of water would freeze solid the instant it appeared, shattering into crystalline dust before it could fall.
