Chapter 269 Ruins Of Altharyn

• The Frostbound Highlands stretched endlessly before them, a land of biting winds and glacial beauty. The group pressed onward, the shard from the Pinnacle of Solara tucked safely in Ariella's satchel. Their next destination—the ruins of Altharyn—was said to hold another shard of light magic, but the journey promised to be fraught with peril.
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• As they crossed the snowy expanse, the winds seemed to carry whispers—soft, indistinct murmurs that set the group on edge. Sigrid, ever vigilant, tightened her grip on her axe. “The Highlands are alive in their own way,” she muttered. “Spirits, memories, and sometimes worse.”