The frozen world stretched deeper than she had imagined.
Khione flew for a long moment almost two hours, her ice wings carrying her over ridges and valleys, through canyons carved by ancient glaciers, past mountains of blue-white crystal that rose like frozen waves against the pale sky. The cold intensified with each mile. The prana in the air grew thicker, richer, more demanding.
She found the next testing ground in a basin ringed by cliffs of black ice. The floor of the basin was a maze of frozen pillars and shattered boulders, perfect for cover, perfect for ambushes. And the creatures that lived here were stronger than the trolls.
Frost Wyrms.
They were not dragons. They were something older, something that had evolved in this frozen hell.
