I stood frozen, not from the biting cold of the plateau, but from the otherworldly presence standing before me. The frost-raven's transformation into this gaunt, ethereal figure had happened so suddenly that several members of our expedition had stumbled backward in shock.
"You know my name," I managed, my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart.
The figure inclined its head slightly, frost particles dancing around its form like a halo of tiny stars. "I am Morwen, Emissary of the Silent City. I know all who approach our threshold with purpose." Its voice resonated like ice cracking across a frozen lake. "Few have come this far."
I took a careful step forward, positioning myself between the emissary and the rest of my party. "Then I would hear what this price entails before we proceed further."
Morwen's gaze shifted to the frost bridge spanning the chasm, then back to me. "First, Herald, understand what you seek. The Void is not what your scholars believe it to be."
