The Royal Palace of Snowfall was a sprawling labyrinth of frost-iron, enchanted ice, and ancient, blood-soaked history. The corridors stretched for miles, illuminated by chandeliers crafted from the frozen tears of ancient beasts.
Whoosh...
Kael moved like a phantom through the dimly lit hallways. The Shadow Veil wrapped around him like a second skin, bending the ambient light and suppressing his scent and mana.
He had spent the last hour navigating the heavily guarded inner sanctum. The security was suffocating. Elite barbarian guards, each towering at nearly ten feet and radiating the dense aura of Tier 4 and Tier 5 body cultivators, patrolled in groups of four. Their footsteps echoed like thunderclaps against the icy floors.
Clank... Clank...
