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Chapter 228: Leaders of Lunaris(1)
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Glacia Territory – Glacialis, Capital City

Despite war ravaging the Southern front of Glacia, Glacialis remained eerily untouched—its streets bustling with life, shielded by the illusion of peace.

A sea of citizens filled the marble walkways, many relocated from smaller regions and border towns by decree.

Patrols moved in measured cadence, cloaked in silver armor adorned with the Frostveil insignia—an emblem of a snowflake entwined with a frozen rose.

Towering glaciers loomed in the distance beyond the frost-kissed walls, and an eternal haze of snow drifted gently through the sky.

Ice-carved buildings glistened like opals under the pale sun.

At the heart of this ethereal city stood the Frostveil estate, its architecture a marvel of artistry and power—its spires sculpted from enchanted ice, rising like frozen flames against the heavens.

Inside the Estate – The Hot Spring Chambers

Within the estate’s inner sanctum, an enclosed chamber opened into a steamy sanctuary.

Veins of azure light
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