Cracks In The Ice ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 3 من 4

Every deep breath we take stains the frigid air in a shimmering dust.

The sound of cracking follows us wherever we set foot. Visions of misery and loss send a chill down my spine. Each step forward is akin to leaping into ruin, and yet, we press on.

Berhtolf may still be holding out, awaiting our aid, somewhere behind the waves of foes and the crystal confines. Or he might be long gone.

My one assurance is that we're on the right track. Footprints and bones mark the path of those who tread here before us. I pray that the fractures in the ice ahead do not lead us astray.

Lando Dimweald