Duskfire Glacier suuya

AW!

the wind cut sharp along the glacier’s edge.
faust stood at the helm of the frozen lake, its surface vast and glasslike, a jagged mirror to the sky above. the aurora had not yet come, but the stars glistened like shards of ice scattered across the heavens.
his breath came slow, steady, curling from his nostrils in thin wisps of frost. the cold did not bite as it once had—he had made his home here now, claimed it as his own. darukaal. the blood talon.
he could smell the lake beneath the ice, dark and fathomless, the water trapped beneath winter’s hold. soon, it would begin to thaw. soon, the land would stir.