Chapter 19: Vault of the sunshard
The mountains of Coldspire were no place for the living.
They rose like frozen gods, sharp and bone-white, piercing the clouds and defying flame itself. Sunlight never left this place. The skies here were always gold—glowing unnaturally, as if time had stopped.
That’s how I knew the Sunshard Vault was close.
Because in this cursed, shining stillness... something was waiting.
Something old.
I flew through narrow canyons and over razor-thin cliffs, the wind screaming at my wings. Every breath I took burned with frost. My flame, usually bright and defiant, flickered.
This place did not like dragons.
It tolerated them.
Barely.
I landed near a ridge cracked with golden veins. The pendant Solin had given me pulsed with heat—the shard within it glowing like a heartbeat.
I followed the pull.