Chapter 110: The Journey to the Eclipse Temple

The cold bit first.

Not like Nightshade’s winters, where frost crept politely along the ground and snow fell soft as feathers. This cold was alive. It clawed through fur-lined cloaks and into bone, whispering warnings with every breath Leo took.

The Glacial Spires rose ahead of them like the teeth of some ancient beast, jagged and white against a sky the color of steel. Even the clouds seemed afraid to linger too long above those peaks.

Leo ...