The wind blew stronger as the group approached the gates of Cristhalis Palace. The bluish mist that enveloped the city seemed to thicken there—as if the very air carried the Monarch's presence. The surrounding towers rose like glass needles, reflecting the weak light of the pale sun, and the sound of ice cracking under the constant cold echoed like a distant murmur of something alive—and hungry.
Shura stopped before the imposing doors. His golden eyes flashed, and he let out a deep growl, observing the runes that covered the crystal. "These inscriptions… are ancient. Very ancient. Containment magic."
The soldier turned immediately. "Please, stay behind me. No visitor passes through these gates without being properly announced."
Scarlet crossed her arms, impatient. "Seriously? After all this sightseeing through the frozen cemetery, we still have to wait?"
