Chapter 162:The Ice Elves[II]
Kael and Lyria walked through the snow-covered city, hands still bound as the Ice Elves dragged them along.
The air grew heavier the deeper they went in. More Ice Elves stopped and stared. Their cold eyes burned with anger.
Kael didn’t miss it,the killing intent was real as dozens of sharp glares fell on him and Lyria like falling daggers.
The castle loomed over them like a frozen mountain, each spire carved from glacier glass and rimmed with icicles as long as spears.
Light refracted off the ice, casting faint blue rainbows across the snow-packed courtyard. The main gates, tall enough to swallow a fortress, groaned open with a sound like cracking glaciers.
Kael and Lyria were marched through, still bound, the Ice Elf guards flanking them with stiff postures and glacial stares. The wind that swept through the gate was colder than death, cutting through their clothes and straight to bone.
Unlike before, the guards didn’t tug or shove them. Their movements were rigid but respectful—ceremonial. These weren’t brutes dragging prisoners. They were elite soldiers escorting something... or someone.
Kael frowned seeing all of this.
He glanced at Lyria, who was staring at the crystalline walls in awe. Even she, despite the situation, looked enchanted.
Every wall of the interior glittered with frozen runes, ancient symbols alive beneath layers of ice. Chandeliers made of snow-dusted gemstones hung from the ceilings, glowing with pale magic. Frosted murals lined the corridors, telling forgotten tales of the old world.
Their footsteps echoed through the vast halls as they passed through corridor after corridor of surreal beauty. Not a speck of dust, not a footprint out of place.