It was a colossal, heptagonal structure made entirely of a strange type of black material, jutting out from the endless expanse of white like a monument to despair.
The prison rose a hundred meters above the frozen surface. Its seven walls were smooth and featureless, absorbing the faint light of the sun rather than reflecting it.
There were no windows. No doors. No balconies. No openings whatsoever. Not visible, anyway. Just seven massive black walls meeting at sharp angles.
And that was only half of it. Another hundred meters of the structure extended beneath the ice, buried deep within the frozen sea.
Adam stared at the colossal structure in the distance.
Fortune's End.
He and Luca proceeded cautiously across the ice, their footsteps crunching against the frozen surface. Neither dared to move too quickly.
Every now and then, a massive shadow would drift beneath their feet. Barely visible through the thick whiteness.
