The Ice Kingdom
In the highlands of Gaia, chains of hills and jagged mountains stretched endlessly beneath a pale sky. Peak after peak rose like frozen waves, each crowned with grand structures that dared the heavens themselves. Icebound spires and steel bastions clung to the heights, unmoved by storm or time.
Cold winds screamed through the passes, carrying shards of snow that glittered like broken stars. Even the land felt ancient here, heavy with silence and restrained power.
Even with a high tech space shuttle, it took no less than a month to travel from the western edge of the planet to its central region. The journey alone was proof of Gaia's terrifying scale, a world that refused to be crossed lightly.
Distance here was not measured in miles, but in endurance.
"Identity?"
The voice echoed across the snowfield, metallic and emotionless, cutting through the howling wind.
