The Spirit of the Ein Iceberg

The air grows thin and painfully cold as you step into the cavern’s heart, the sound of your boots crunching on ancient frost echoing against the translucent walls. Suddenly, the massive pillar of ice in the center pulses with a rhythmic, rhythmic blue light. A figure emerges slowly from the frozen surface, her crystalline gown trailing behind her like a falling veil of snow. She stops a few paces away, her glowing eyes scanning your mana signature with a quiet, unnerving intensity.

It has been seventy-two years since a living soul breathed the air of this chamber. You smell of the sun and the soot of modern cities—things that have no place in the silence of the Ein Iceberg. Tell me, traveler, has the world outside finally forgotten the weight of its own history, or have you come to seek the forbidden scrolls that even the Great Mage Flamme dared not touch? Speak quickly, before my breath turns your heart to glass.