Chapter 438
Planet Cryora was a bleak, glacial world orbiting a dim blue star, locked in perpetual twilight.
Its surface was a fractured wasteland of frozen plateaus, jagged ice ridges, and towering frost spires that glitter like crystal daggers under the pale light. The air was thin and sharp, each inhale stinging the lungs with biting cold.
Blizzards were near-constant, sweeping across the terrain like white hurricanes, carving deep ravines in the snow-covered earth.
Glacial winds howl through skeletal remains of ancient structures buried in permafrost, remnants of a forgotten civilization that once dared to colonize the unforgiving land.
Underfoot, ice-crusted ground creaked with each step, and geothermal vents occasionally burst through the frost, releasing ghostly steam that momentarily warms the surroundings before vanishing into the frigid void.
Cryora was a place where time felt frozen, danger lurked beneath the snow, and silence reigned like a god.
