Eisel knelt on the ground, clutching the icy monument left behind by her father. Despite its paradoxical warmth, the sensation of ice brought her comfort as she slowly opened her eyes.

Her azure eyes gleamed brighter than ever, an almost otherworldly glow emanating from them.

"This isn’t the time for this," she murmured, standing up with determination. She fixed her gaze on the empty air before her.

"The Eternal Palace of Ice."

The identity of the monumental magic spanning the entirety of Reverse Mountain lay before her—a spell so grand that Eisel could scarcely comprehend its enormity. It was magic …