Approaching the Ice Tower, Adonis felt the air grow colder, the tower exuding a mystical chill that even seasoned mages found humbling. Intricate ice sculptures adorned its walls, their patterns shifting subtly with the light. Sharp icicles hung from ledges like natural defenses, gleaming in the daylight, while snowflakes drifted continuously around the tower, never settling.
Inside, the tower was just as enchanting. Frosted archways and vaulted ceilings sparkled like a frozen night sky, each surface embedded with glints of light. The soft sounds of dripping water and crackling ice echoed through the halls, a delicate balance between solidity and fluidity. Only the most skilled Ice mages dared to enter, for the tower responded to the command of its visitors; those who lacked control could find themselves trapped by its deadly chill.
