The chill of the northern wind bit at James' skin as he and his company approached the borders of the Ice Kingdom of Eberdeen. The towering, frost-laden walls of the kingdom stood proud and imposing, their icy spires stretching into the grey sky like frozen sentinels. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the heavens, and the landscape surrounding the kingdom was a frozen tundra, dotted with the occasional snow-covered tree or ice-ridden cliffside.
The journey had been long and treacherous, but James, his harem, and their forces had traveled swiftly, knowing that time was against them. They had passed through frozen rivers and dense forests, all under the looming shadow of Count Valek's impending assault. Now, they stood on the edge of the Ice Kingdom, the last bastion of defense against the undead armies of Volkaria.
