After bidding farewell to the villagers, Caelum and Lyra continued their journey, now accompanied by Garik, who insisted on joining them. His knowledge of the land and his combat experience proved invaluable as they made their way toward the frozen north.
The next shard, according to Eris's map, was said to lie in the Frostspire Mountains, a treacherous region plagued by blizzards and home to the Frostborn—a reclusive tribe known for their elemental magic. But the mountains were also the site of an ancient battleground, where the Shadow King's forces had clashed with the Radiant Order centuries ago.
As they traveled, they encountered rumors of strange happenings in the north. Entire villages had vanished, and the skies were filled with unnatural storms. The Shadow King's influence was spreading, and time was running out.
One night, as they camped near the edge of the mountains, Caelum had a vivid dream. He saw a woman cloaked in silver, her eyes glowing with the light of the Radiant Core. She stood atop a frozen peak, holding a shard in her hands.
"Caelum," she said, her voice echoing in his mind. "The shard you seek is not just a weapon—it is a part of the whole. To claim it, you must face your own darkness."
When he awoke, he found Lyra staring at him. "Another dream?" she asked.
He nodded. "This time, it felt… different. Like a warning."
Lyra smirked. "Well, you're not facing it alone. Whatever's waiting for us up there, we'll deal with it together."
Caelum managed a small smile, but the weight of his dream lingered. The Frostspire Mountains awaited, and with them, new challenges that would test not just their strength, but their very souls.