Deep within the Frozen Hell, mountains stood like sentinels, arranged in a vast circle around a towering peak — Ice Phoenix Mountain, its frozen summit proudly piercing the heavens.
Further out, in the outer zone of this glacial region, a smaller mountain held a cave accessible by a winding stone slope flanked by jagged ice formations.The cave entrance was lined with razor-sharp ice spikes hanging from the ceiling and rising from the floor. Between them, a narrow, treacherous path led inward.
Inside, the twisting passage slowly smoothed. The ice-coated stone walls and floors lost their spikes, revealing a natural corridor that ended in a larger chamber.
At the far end of the cave hall, nestled beside jagged stone walls, stood a small ice igloo. Etched on its door in shimmering crystal-like ice was a single word: Home.
Beside the igloo, Hati slept soundly, curled up inside a black and grey sleeping bag, his body rising and falling gently in rhythm with the cave's quiet breaths.
