We had been traveling for what felt like weeks, and finally, the horizon gifted us the glimmering sight of Aurastia. It was a land I'd heard tales of but had never visited - a realm where immense crystal spires jutted from the ground, reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling array of colors. The crisp chill in the air was something new to us, and I could see the wonder in Illyanna's eyes as she blew out a cloud of frosty breath.
"Look, Max!" she squealed, her eyes wide. "It's just like in Matterinna's bedtime stories!"
I chuckled at her excitement, ruffling her hair. "It sure is, little sis."
Dad, ever the warrior, furrowed his brows. "Beautiful, yes, but the cold can be a hindrance. It will slow us down if we need to fight." His breath steamed as he spoke, his eyes scanning the horizon for potential danger.
