Kiara The Knight Of Icicles [updated] -

On the eve of the Thaw-Wyrm’s awakening, Kiara climbed the Spire of Sighs, where the old sorcerer’s spell still lingered in the air like frost on a window. She knelt and pressed her palm to the ice floor.

She closed her eyes. The icicle lance began to glow—not with heat, but with cold so deep it burned . The lance did not stab the Wyrm. It froze the Wyrm from the inside out . Not into solid ice—into something worse. kiara the knight of icicles

The Wyrm laughed. A wet, gurgling sound. It lunged. On the eve of the Thaw-Wyrm’s awakening, Kiara

The Wyrm struck her. Its body of slush wrapped around her legs, her waist, her shoulders. The cold of her armor met the wet of the Wyrm. Steam hissed. The icicle lance began to glow—not with heat,

Kiara did not dodge. She planted her icicle lance into the ice and waited .

In the frozen duchy of Permafrost, where the sun was a rumor and the wind a sworn enemy, there lived a young knight named Kiara. She was not tall, nor broad-shouldered like the other knights of the Crystal Citadel. But when she walked, the frost beneath her boots did not crack—it sang .