In a space that greatly resembled the ancestral cave where he had once confronted an abomination formed of blood and ice, Hauke struggled against heavy chains of ice that bound him to a stone slab at the center of the vast cavern.
Rather than the crumbling and neglected shrine to his clan's greatest protectors that he had entered with Ashlynn, the ancestral cavern constructed in Hauke's mind appeared the way it had in the memories of the ancestors who were entombed there. Powerful weapons hung on the walls, waiting for the hands that had once carried them in battle to pick them up again.
