Chapter 266: The Frozen Soul
The podium was cold. Not with the chill of winter, but with the utter absence of life.
Maria Frostheart and Selena Veylan lay on the adamantite, their bodies perfectly still.
The bouquets of flowers they had been holding were already turning black, the petals curling inward as if recoiling from the touch of the curse.
"MARIA!"
Deiman Frostheart's scream from the VIP box shattered the remaining glass panels.
The Lord of the North, a man who had famously negotiated trade treaties while sitting in a blizzard without a coat, was vibrating with a rage that froze the air in the royal box. Ice spikes erupted from the floor, jagged and uncontrolled.
Beside him, King Elandor of Denmard was gripping the railing so hard the metal groaned and twisted. His Elven composure was gone. In its place was the raw, terrified panic of a father.
