Ciara's POV
Regina set me down at the highest peak in the misty ranges. "We call this place the Ice Dragon's Grave because it's where we bury our dead. Their magic is what then nourishes the place and gives this much ice magic. It preserves their bodies and makes it the perfect burial site, but it cannot be inhabited by any of us because of its insane temperatures."
I followed Regina a bit down the slope until we stood before one of the chasms gushing vapour into the air every now and then. "How deep is it?"
"Ice cannot hurt you no matter how hard you hit it. A characteristic of a Frostwalker," she said, "On the other hand, I cannot be here for too long lest I risk my own life."
"How long am I meant to be in there?" I asked her, my magic starting to leak out faster. This place was filled to the brim with overflowing magic and it was reacting with mine.
