The Spire of Solitude was a masterpiece of Northern cruelty. Carved from a single tooth of translucent ice, it stood as the highest point of the Glacial Crown, far above the bustling halls and the false warmth of the banquet. Here, the wind didn't just blow; it screamed, carrying the weight of the primordial North. Arkon had placed Vera here under the mask of "healing," claiming the altitude and the absolute cold would stabilize the Heart of Boreas within her chest.
But as Vera stood by the massive, glassless window, looking out over a kingdom of white and sapphire, she knew the truth. This wasn't a hospital. It was a vault.
