In the far, far north, there lies a frozen wasteland, unfit for any form of life and constantly battered with permanent blizzards.
In the centre of that white hellscape, where the ruthless hail could rend an elephant to shreds in a matter of seconds, a glorious palace of ice sat.
And, the being who resided in that palace...
"Northern Star. I heard you are exceptional at magic, but does that include the means to travel worlds?"
There was no answer to my question, and the only response I received was the fact that the snowstorm seemed to grow a tad harsher.
Of course, I was completely unaffected by such a thing with Reality, and Kolo Tjahn was an Archwizard capable of more than I can imagine.
Even penetrating the Northern Star's magic barrier to teleport here was no big deal, though it unfortunately wasn't possible to teleport directly inside the palace itself.
"Are you not capable of it? If so, I shall leave."
