After the brutal confrontation with Selena, Nancy's mood had plummeted into something beyond foul. Her head hurting and the frustration boiling inside her refused to settle. She couldn't stay in the empire anymore at least not for the next few hours. She needed to go somewhere cold, somewhere quiet, somewhere she could make sure of something she had been meaning to confirm for a long time.
Something that still lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn't shake.
Which was why she now stood in front of a swirling dimensional vortex, its icy winds lashing against her skin with sharp, biting ferocity.
The entire portal was coated in thick layers of frost jagged, ancient ice that glowed faintly in the pale blue light. Snow whirled violently inside the swirling gate, and every breath Nancy took came out as a cold mist.
