Chapter 184
Outside, tension simmered in the air like a storm about to break.
A group of masked men stood before the towering gates of the ice castle. Their presence was suffocating. Fully armed, they radiated deadly intent. Each of them wore thick, plated armor inscribed with strange black runes. Their movements were sharp and trained—military precision.
And leading them…
Mira stood tall and looked around fiercely.
Her fiery red hair whipped in the cold wind like a battle flag. The moment her boots touched the snowy steps of the palace, the air seemed to burn around her. She stood still, her gaze locked forward, filled with determination—and challenge.
Opposite them, a host of Ice Elves had formed a defensive formation. Their blue-white cloaks fluttered in the wind, and the aura they exuded was sharp—chilling, literally. Ice crackled along their blades and their breath was cold mist.
One of the Ice Elf commanders stepped forward, face calm but condescending, his eyes narrowed at Mira like she was an insect on glass.
"Human," he spat, "if trespassing wasn't enough, now you bring weapons to our sacred ground? The only reason we've held our hands is out of respect for the Queen. If this went to the Council of Elders—your head would already be rolling across our floor."
Mira met his sneer with silence at first. Then her brows furrowed.
Her eyes glinted with molten anger.
Without a word, a blazing aura ignited around her—fire coiling at her feet, pushing back the creeping frost that tried to bite at her skin.
"We aren't here to cause trouble," she said, her voice like embers under pressure, "We only came to confirm something. We'll leave as soon as we're done."