The Vault of the Frostborne Heirloom pulsed with an eerie blue light, its icy walls shimmering like the heart of a frozen star. Charles stood before the throne of ice, his breath fogging in the frigid air, his hand still gripping the Frostbound Oathblade, its runes glowing faintly after the battle with the Soulbound Warden. Cassandra clung to his side, her torn gown stained with blood, her violet eyes wide with fear and awe as she stared at the figure on the throne—a doppelgänger of Charles, older, sharper, frozen in time with a knowing smile that sent chills down her spine.
The system interface flickered erratically, its crimson text glitching as it struggled to process the presence before them:
> **[WARNING: FROSTBORNE HEIR AWAKENING]**
> **[Objective: Awaken the True Heir]**
> **[Source: The Primordial Chorus]**
