The morning after the incident in the Spire of Solitude, the Glacial Crown didn't feel like a prison—it felt like a playground. Arkon, ever the gracious host, had "suggested" that the Catalyst should walk among her people. He argued that the citizens of the North needed to see their Savior in the flesh to solidify their loyalty. In reality, it was a test. He wanted to see if the Northern air would finish what the Heart of Boreas had started—erasing the West from Vera's soul.
"Go," Arkon had said with a polished smile that reached his eyes but not his heart. "Take the Emperor of the West with you. Let him see what a true civilization looks like. My guards will follow at a distance... merely for your protection, of course."
