“It has been four days since I saw her”, Selnier said to himself as he hopped over a frozen creek just a few miles south of the cabin. The temperature had dropped several degrees in the past few days and even the ice was slowly gaining a second coat. All of the trees were now encased in crystal and were blinding from the rays above. Several creatures lay dead in the banks of snow. Most were torn open or apart, though were now frozen from being in the open for so long.

Selnier stopped in front of a large corpse that lay torn to shreds. He walked around to examine what he could, but all he could make out was its head. It had large pointed ears, a large skull, and by the small chunk of skin left it had light fur. This is most certainly a Snow Zshar, but, what creature has the strength, speed, agility, and intellect to take down this beast in its own territory? Selnier thought these things to himself as he cautiously traveled deeper into the ice.

Several miles into the cold, a sharp wind began to blow and a shrill laugh pierced the wind as the maiden appeared before Selnier once more. This time her hair was a shining blue along with her eyes, her skin pale, and her dress had become a darker shade of blue. Selnier was starting to channel the darkness to form his black katana when he noticed that she did not have her weapon with her.

“Who are you exactly?” Selnier asked. “What is this place? How is it that a Snow Zshar was killed in this weather when they are at their most powerful here. The only thing more powerful in the cold than a Snow Zshar is either an insanely skilled warrior or a Ragnarok and I have my doubts about the former.”

The maiden sighed and looked to the sky. “This place…it’s a curse. This entire forest is a prison built to kill off the weak, trap the strong, and eliminate the dangerous. There is no way out for once you come close to the edge you will be warped back to the first cabin you stepped in without you ever realizing it. My name is Crystal, last of the warriors of Korgranth”, she said as she chuckled a bit. “Funny I know as this entire place is covered in ice. Seriously though, this place is crawling with Death Reapers all under the command of a man who calls himself The Lord of Frozen Flames.”

Selnier’s hood flew off and his long silver hair danced in the freezing wind. He shot a glare at her and his eyes glowed a deep red as he used the darkness in his soul to melt the snow around them and put up a small barrier to protect them. “Where does this Lord reside?”

Crystal looked at him and pointed down. “He lives in the palace under the ice. The only way to get there would be to travel to and get through the Ruins of Goran. They are located east from here, in the heart of this frozen wasteland, but beware for as you get closer to the ruins you will find many dangers and ruthless beasts who want nothing more than to consume your flesh.”

Selnier put down the barrier and nodded as he turned around to find several figures wielding flaming swords and draped in black cloaks standing behind him. He summoned his black katana by manipulating the darkness within his heart and dashed towards the beings….

(To be continued in the next chapter in Selnier and the Frozen Wasteland)


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