Iskandriel emerged from the northern darkness like a dream carved from moonlight and starlight. Klaus's breath caught in his throat as Dudu carried them closer to Runiya's fourth marvel. Shaped like a perfect octagon, the city spread across the frozen landscape, three times larger than any capital Klaus had ever seen. At its heart stood the Ice Palace, a spire of crystalline architecture that pierced the night sky like a frozen flame.
Everything in Iskandriel was crafted from ice — homes, towers, bridges, even the roads beneath, which rivers of frigid water flowed. The city glowed with an inner luminescence as thousands of enchanted crystals embedded in the ice captured and refracted the moonlight. Each building shimmered with shifting colors, creating a light that overlapped in quiet harmony, dancing across snow and stone. Ice bridges connected floating platforms suspended in midair, and frozen waterfalls stood motionless like frozen time itself.
