The next couple of days that followed were quiet, almost deceptively so. The fortress at the frozen frontier was a place where time bled together—a cycle of battle, repair, and grim endurance. Kain had wandered nearly every corridor, memorized the placement of wards, watched the tamers rotate shifts at the wall. Despite all that, nothing he found explained why Amos Sans had once come here. No secret chambers, no unique formations—just snow, ice, blood, and more snow.
Serena spent her time differently. She joined the combat rotations, fighting alongside the wall defenders during assaults, her heirloom bow and arrow glowing with starlight as she struck down the mid-grade and lower Abyssals with one blow.
