Some distance away from the castle, in the center of the city, Spectra sat at the crown of an enormous ice statue.
The statue was at the very center of Frosthold, and it was the tallest monument the city had to offer. It also wasn't designed to accommodate visitors, but Spectra had made herself quite comfortable at its peak.
She had one leg crossed over the other, her armored heels dangling carelessly above the city.
From that height, she could see almost everything below. The people gathering in the open spaces, the merchants hauling their goods through the streets, the children chasing one another around the fountains, and the couples embracing beneath the beautiful snow-covered arches.
They all looked like ants, which was exactly how Spectra saw these people. Compared to her, they were truly nothing but ants.
