The Frostbite Pact

The vaults beneath Aetherhold were never meant to be opened. They had been sealed in the early days of the Revenant Concord, back when kings still feared the gods they now sought to destroy. Stone upon stone, ward upon ward—layered protections not to keep intruders out, but to keep something within.

And now Selena stood before them.

Her breath fogged in the frozen air as she pressed her hand to the frost-sealed door, the rune-lock flickering in recognition. It resisted at first, groaning like a creature forced awake after centuries of sleep. Then, with a hiss of air and a blinding flare of blue light, the door parted.

Beyond it lay silence. And old power.