A lone peak, cold and desolate, crowned with ice—a place where human footsteps have long ceased. Beside the mo…
A lone peak, cold and desolate, crowned with ice—a place where human footsteps have long ceased. Beside the mountain rise towering stone pillars shaped like chalices on slender stems.
At the summit lies the ruin of Kingvine Village: broken walls, empty doorways, nine in ten homes abandoned. The rare wisps of cooking smoke drift like floss scattered by the northern wind.