The next day, as they prepared to leave the Frostborn village, Queen Yvanna called Caelum to her chambers. The air inside was thick with the scent of old magic, the walls etched with runes that seemed to shift in the flickering light.
"I sense the shadow of the past upon you, Caelum," Yvanna said, her voice as cold as the mountain winds. "The cursed sword you carry—it was once a weapon forged in the fires of betrayal. Its origin is tied to the rise of the Shadow King. To wield it is to embrace darkness."
Caelum stood tall but with a weight pressing down on his chest. "I will destroy it, when the time comes."
Yvanna studied him closely, her eyes narrowing. "Be cautious, for the sword will not let you go so easily. But it is not the only danger you face. The Shadow King has already begun to stir his forces. The longer you delay, the stronger he becomes."
"The other shards… do you know where they are?" Caelum asked.
"I know of one," she replied. "Far to the south, in the city of Sunfall. But it is a city ruled by treachery and deceit. You will need more than strength to claim the next shard."