Within a Hollow Heart - Chapter 164: Volume 2, Chapter 108: "Into the Frozen Wastes"

Chapter 164: Volume 2, Chapter 108: “Into the Frozen Wastes”

The morning light broke over the mountains, casting long shadows on the snow-covered cliffs as Cole, Elara, and Selene began their trek northward. The air was frigid, each breath clouding in front of them as the biting wind cut through their clothing. The path ahead was treacherous—an uncharted landscape of ice and rock, leading them deeper into the heart of the frozen wastes.

The ground crunched beneath their boots, the sound swallowed by the wind that howled across the expanse. Cole felt the cold in his bones, but it wasn’t just the temperature that chilled him—it was the looming presence of the void. The further north they went, the more oppressive its influence became, pressing against the edges of his mind like a dark cloud, waiting for a moment of weakness.

“We’re getting close,” Elara said, her breath visible in the cold air. She adjusted the straps on her pack, her eyes scanning the desolate horizon. “The old maps show the Guardian stronghold should be a day’s journey from here. If the records are accurate, we’ll find it at the base of the ice ridge.”

Cole nodded, his body tensing as the wind picked up. The journey had been exhausting, and the endless expanse of white and gray felt like it stretched on forever. But they had no choice. They had to reach the sanctuary, to find the answers that could stop the void before it consumed everything.

“Any idea what to expect when we get there?” Selene asked, her voice muffled by the scarf she had wrapped around her face to block out the cold. She moved with a soldier’s precision, every step calculated, but even she seemed affected by the cold and the weight of their task.

Elara shook her head. “The Guardians abandoned the stronghold centuries ago. It’s possible that the void hasn’t touched it, but there’s no way to know for sure. We’re walking into the unknown.”

Selene grunted in acknowledgment, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the path ahead. “Unknown or not, we’ve dealt with worse.”

The snow became thicker as they pressed on, the landscape shifting from jagged cliffs to wide, open plains of ice. The wind screamed across the frozen expanse, and Cole felt the sting of it on his face, even through his thick layers. It was a desolate place, empty and lifeless, and yet Cole couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.

“Do you feel that?” Cole asked, breaking the silence. His voice was low, but it carried over the wind. “Something’s… wrong.”

Elara’s brow furrowed as she stopped, turning to face him. “The void,” she said quietly. “It’s closer than I thought. It’s pressing against the Veil here, harder than anywhere else we’ve been.”

Cole swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling over him like a blanket of ice. He had felt the void’s presence growing stronger, more aggressive, but here in the frozen wastes, it felt different. More direct. More intentional.

“Could it be because of the stronghold?” Selene asked, her eyes scanning the horizon. “If the Guardians sealed something here, the void might be trying to break through.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Elara replied, her voice tight with concern. “If the void is pushing this hard, it means there’s something here that it wants. Something powerful.”

They continued forward, each step feeling heavier as the air around them grew colder, thicker with the oppressive presence of the void. The silence was deafening, broken only by the howling wind and the crunch of their boots on the snow. Cole kept his hand close to the hilt of his sword, his senses on high alert. Whatever they were walking toward, it wasn’t going to be easy.

As they reached the base of the ice ridge, the landscape shifted again, the flat plains giving way to jagged ice formations that rose like frozen sentinels around them. The wind died down, replaced by an eerie stillness that made Cole’s skin crawl.

“This is it,” Elara said, her voice barely more than a whisper. She pointed to the ridge, where a faint outline of stone walls could be seen, half-buried in ice. “The stronghold.”

It was massive, larger than Cole had imagined, with towering walls and crumbling spires that reached toward the sky. The ice had claimed much of it, covering the stone in a thick layer of frost, but the structure still stood, defiant against the encroaching cold.

They approached cautiously, the silence weighing on them like a physical force. As they neared the entrance, a massive stone door carved with intricate symbols, Cole could feel the Veil pulsing beneath the surface, its threads trembling with the strain of holding back the void.

Elara moved closer to the door, her fingers brushing against the symbols. “These are Guardian seals,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “They must have used these to lock something away.”

Selene drew her blade, her eyes scanning the area. “Let’s hope it stays locked.”

Cole stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The air here was thick with the void’s presence, but it wasn’t just the void—it was something else, something older, something that had been waiting for centuries.

“Can you open it?” Cole asked, his voice tense.

Elara nodded, her fingers tracing the symbols. “The seals are weak, but I can break them. We’ll need to be ready for whatever’s inside.”

As Elara began to work on the seals, Cole and Selene stood guard, their eyes on the desolate landscape around them. The wind had died down completely, leaving an eerie stillness that made the hairs on the back of Cole’s neck stand up.

“I don’t like this,” Selene muttered, her grip tightening on her sword. “It’s too quiet.”

Cole nodded in agreement. The silence felt wrong, like the calm before a storm. He could feel the void pressing against the Veil, trying to break through, and whatever was behind that door was tied to it. They were walking into a trap—they all knew it—but they had no choice.

With a final, sharp crack, the seals broke, and the massive stone door groaned as it slowly swung open.

The cold air rushed out from the darkness within, carrying with it the faint sound of something ancient and powerful stirring. Cole’s heart raced as he peered into the darkness, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword.

“We’re in,” Elara said, her voice quiet but steady. “Stay close.”

They stepped inside, the air instantly colder, thicker with the weight of the void. The stronghold was dark, the walls lined with ice and frost, but there was a strange energy in the air, a pulsing presence that Cole could feel in his bones.

As they moved deeper into the stronghold, the light from the entrance faded, leaving only the faint glow of the Veil to guide them. The corridors were wide and empty, the silence oppressive, but the deeper they went, the stronger the pulse of the void became.

At the end of the corridor, they reached a massive chamber, its walls covered in ancient carvings and symbols that Cole couldn’t understand. In the center of the room stood a large, circular platform, covered in ice.

And on the platform, something glowed faintly in the darkness.

Elara moved closer, her breath visible in the cold air. “This is it,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “The source.”

Cole’s heart pounded as he stepped forward, the glow growing brighter as they neared the platform. He could feel the void pressing against the Veil, stronger here than it had ever been before.

“What is it?” Selene asked, her voice filled with tension.

Elara knelt beside the platform, her eyes wide as she examined the glowing object. “It’s… a fragment,” she said, her voice barely audible. “A piece of the void, sealed by the Guardians.”

Cole’s breath caught in his throat. Another fragment. This was what the void had been pushing toward, what it had been trying to break through to reach.

“We need to destroy it,” Selene said, her voice cold and sharp.

But before they could act, the air around them shifted, and the ground began to tremble.

The void was waking up.