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CHAPTER 65: NORTHERN GALE

Penulis: Inkbyjane
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-23 14:41:29
KAELEN'S POV

​The howling northern gale ripped across the jagged peaks of the Frost-Spire mountains, carrying with it a blinding sheet of white ice. At the base of the massive cliffs stood the Obsidian Fortress—a monolithic bastion of dark, enchanted stone that looked less like a castle and more like a jagged tooth tearing out of the frozen earth. Its colossal iron gates were reinforced with heavy defensive runes, glowing with a faint, threatening blue hue through the swirling snow.

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