The following morning, Lumi awoke before dawn, the cold air of the Southern Capital brushing against her skin as she prepared for the journey ahead. There was a palpable tension in the palace—everyone knew that this trip to the Frost Mountains would not be an easy one. The Black Harp's movements had been carefully concealed for centuries, but now they were making bold strikes, and their next move was shrouded in mystery.
As Lumi dressed, she couldn't help but think about her last visit to the Frost Mountains—the quiet peace of her home, the gentle chill of the winds, and the sacredness of the Frostfire Temple. It had always been a place of protection, a connection to the ancient power of the Frostfire God, but now that same temple was in danger of being corrupted by the Black Harp's dark influence.
