Zephyr stepped into the portal—and was hit by a wall of cold so absolute, it felt as though time itself had frozen.
The air was still. The ground beneath his feet crunched with a layer of frosted bones, and ancient ice pillars loomed in every direction, each encasing a figure—some human, some monstrous, all lifeless. Overhead, the sky was black, with stars unmoving.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
Realm: Crypt of the Dead — Domain of Iskarieth, Lich Warlord.
Conditions: Eternal Frost — Movement speed halved. Mana regeneration halted.
Warning: Soul energy under threat. Shielding active.
Primary Objective: Defeat Iskarieth and secure the Sigil of Souls.
Zephyr exhaled, watching his breath crystallize in the air.
This place felt wrong. Not just cold—but lifeless, like even time feared to pass here.
The Frozen Labyrinth
Moving carefully, Zephyr passed through corridors of ice, where souls flickered within frozen tombs. The silence pressed on him.
Then, a whisper.
"Zephyr Thorn…"
