Chapter 55 – Into The Frostline

The wind howled like a beast denied, its mournful cries echoing over the frozen plains as though the land itself wept beneath the endless stretch of snow. It clawed at cloaks and hair, tearing through layers of fur and fabric with icy talons. The cold here wasn’t simply a temperature—it was a force. It wormed its way into bones and thoughts, into memories, making each breath feel like glass in the lungs. Selene tightened the scarf around Lyra’s delicate face, her fingers trembling slightly from the chill. Her daughter didn’t protest, golden eyes staring ahead unblinking as though transfixed by something only she could see.