Oceanreach Continent, the white North.
Wind howled through the eternal snow, biting and sharp, as the heavens braided grey with the earth in an endless haze. The land here lay frozen year round, a silent sentinel to the cold.
Deep within the snowy mountains, nestled in a secluded valley, a circular altar stood firm against the cold.
Atop this altar, a golden crystal radiated an ethereal light, dazzling and pure.
The golden rays coalesced, morphing into a massive map that hovered above the altar.
At the base of this glowing chart, the words "Skyreach Territory" burned in shimmering gold.
In the southern edge of Skyreach Territory, a golden cursor flickered rapidly, marking something of grave significance.
The Riverborn Clan's high priest, cloaked in fox fur and gripping a bone sword, watched the altar's holy crystal with keen eyes shimmering beneath his hat's shaded brim.
