As the tingles of teleportation faded away, I opened my eyes to a world of winter. The Gate entrance crystal hovered in the center of a circular cavern made entirely of opaque ice. The walls and ceiling held countless mirror-like facets, reflecting the flickering torchlight of Enusia's forces around the room. Overall, the room was nearly identical to the Fire Gate's proportions and look, save for the bitter cold permeating the dry air.
But before I even noticed the cold, my gaze was drawn to the thick currents of Infernal Energy saturating the room. They curled and twisted around the soldiers, slowly drinking in their fear and trepidation. The moment my feet touched the ground, a ripple passed through the fog of mana, and it drew towards me, flowing across the ground like viscous water. It called to me, curling around my slender body like mist, caressing my soul with gentle tendrils.
