Evangeline stood in the middle of a vast, frozen wasteland.
"What is this place?" she asked herself in a whisper.
The world around her was blanketed in white, and sheets of endless snow stretched out as far as her eyes could see.
The sky above was dark gray, heavy with lightning and storm clouds that seemed ready to burst at any moment.
The air was so cold that it burned. The frost clung to her hair, her lashes, her skin. Her breath came ot in shaky and uneven visible puffs.
The silence was deafening, broken only by the eerie whistling of the wind.
And then she felt it…
An alive presence.
But this wasn't just a feeling, it was a sheer force of nature, powerful and ancient as it vibrated through the air with an invisible hum that grew louder with each second. It sent shivers down her spine, and not from the cold this time.
