The next day, Kaedor waited at the entrance to the Frozen Vaults, his smile firmly in place despite the nervous clicking of his rings.
The vault entrance stood in the western section of the fortress, a massive structure that looked less like a building and more like a fortress within a fortress.
Black ice walls reinforced with that same strange steel Jack had noticed elsewhere, runes glowing along every surface with protective enchantments.
Kaedor stood before the main doors, his dark robes were immaculate, his hands adorned with rings that caught the crimson light.
His expression carried pride mixed with barely concealed wariness as Jack approached.
"Jakar," Kaedor greeted, his tone smooth despite the slight tremor in his hands. "I trust Loryn's demonstration was enlightening?"
"Informative," Jack replied, his flat voice giving nothing away.
