The sound of footsteps constantly echoed in the spacious hall.
Jack Chesnutt walked to a spot, pressed the wall, and the floor suddenly opened, revealing a staircase leading underground.
The sides of the staircase glimmered with faint light.
Jack Chesnutt descended the stairs and arrived at the underground palace.
The walls on either side were thickly frozen, and as Jack Chesnutt stepped off the last stair, all the palace lights illuminated.
Here, it was like a world of ice and snow, with no trace of the palace's original shadow, entirely enveloped in thick ice.
Jets of cold air constantly emanated, a kind of cold that could not be dissipated.
In the center of the hall, there was a bed made of crystal.
A woman dressed in courtly finery lay sleeping on the bed.
Brown hair adorned with shiny embellishments, a beautiful crown nestled among her tresses. A thin layer of ice also formed on her body, as if she were merely asleep.
