It was a rather boring walk as Sayda neared the center of the fortress where the Pearl was.
So far, save for the invasive cold, there was nothing else she needed to watch out for.
No mighty golems, no fearsome monster, no twisted aberrations… nothing at all.
Of course, Sayda didn't seem to mind as she approached a pair of towering doors, the last one that stood between her and her quarry.
Taking a deep breath, she didn't dare to repeat the mistakes she made upon her arrival in Twilight, instead creating yet another bottomless hole with a terrifying suction force.
The doors gave way without issues, allowing Sayda to enter the council hall that was once utilized by the chiefs of the werewolf tribes.
At the center of the hall which was encased in ice just as the rest of the fortress, was the Pearl.
It appeared like a cleanly cut diamond, its beauty leaving Sayda awed.
