Two days later, the group left Riverfall.
Their destination lay far to the north.
The kingdom of Frostvale was known for its endless snowfields, frozen lakes, and dangerous mountain storms.
Very few travelers dared to go there.
But the journey was necessary.
As they traveled through forests and hills, the weather gradually became colder.
Snow began covering the ground.
Draven pulled his cloak tighter.
"I forgot how much I hate the cold."
Lyra laughed softly.
"You complain more than a village farmer."
Draven grinned.
"At least farmers don't fight shadow monsters."
Arian walked slightly ahead of them, studying the path.
The northern mountains slowly appeared on the horizon.
Huge peaks covered in snow reached high into the clouds.
Arkon spoke quietly as they walked.
"The tower in Frostvale was built over a thousand years ago."
"It was designed to contain magical objects too dangerous to destroy."
Arian looked back at him.
"So if another Abyss Shard exists… it could be there."
Arkon nodded.
"That is my suspicion."
As evening approached, they reached the border of Frostvale.
The wind became much stronger.
Snowstorms occasionally swept across the mountains.
The land felt wild and ancient.
Lyra suddenly stopped walking.
"Wait."
Everyone looked at her.
She closed her eyes and focused.
"I feel something."
Arian asked carefully,
"Magic?"
Lyra nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"It's faint… but it feels similar to the shard we found."
Draven rested his hand on his sword.
"Then we're heading in the right direction."
But they were not alone.
Far above the mountains, hidden among the dark clouds, a pair of glowing eyes watched them.
And the creature guarding Frostvale had already awakened.