THE morning sunlight broke gently over the ridges of the ice-blessed mountains, casting long beams across the stillness of the Polar City. The winds had quieted, and the dark mist from the mountain had withdrawn.
Though it was quiet but the quiet itself was dangerous. There was a looming danger, especially since Rodolfo Quill was awake now.
They won’t attack the Ancient Citadel because they’re afraid and cowardly, but Theo and Artemis wouldn’t let their comrades die in a trap, and be killed by Rodolfo as he wished.
Artemis stood alone on the rooftop of the Polar Tower, wrapped in a shawl. The morning wind and light were brushing her skin.
Her eyes were drawn to the Ancient Citadel from afar. The citadel, once worn by frost and times, once shrouded in illusions of decay and ruin, now
