For a little over an hour, Phei followed Danton deeper into the realm he had privately decided deserved a much simpler name than whatever ancient scholars had probably written across forbidden maps:
The Dead Winter Realm.
The name was accurate, effficient and difficult to misunderstand too.
Unfortunately, the farther they travelled, the more Young Dragon began to suspect even that name was being charitable.
The cold at the outer reaches had already been murderous, but here, near what seemed to be the very epicenter of the forbidden land, winter had stopped behaving like weather entirely.
It possessed violence.
'Malice almost.'
