I've fought the brutes for decades, but I've never seen anything like this.

You must have noticed the ice, Daeva. The frigid air cuts through even the best-made armor.

It's all because of Ereshkigal. One breath, and our whole world is trapped in unmeltable ice.

The Abyss was already bleak enough. Lately, I find it hard to remember Elysea's warmth.