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Chapter 165
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-05-31 01:06:48

They reached Highbarrow on the third morning after the battle at Frostline Pass.

The journey was cold and silent. Even the wind seemed to mourn. Smoke from the smoldering funeral pyres behind them had followed the group like a second shadow, clinging to their clothes and clumping in their lungs.

But Highbarrow stood untouched. A city of stone and stormlight. Carved into the western cliffs, it had been the last true bastion before the lowlands fell into Glacari control.

Its outer walls were forged from obsidian black granite, each slab carved with ancestral runes that flickered faintly when touched by moonlight.

Twin towers flanked its main gate each housing a guardian bell that had not rung since the last king of Barrow died nearly a century ago.

It looked like a tomb. It felt like a warning. Oliver tightened his grip on the reins of his frostbitten horse and turned to Mina. “Ready?”

She didn’t answer. She just nodded. The surviving Winter Guard followed behind what remained of a fo
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