The base of the Northern Peak was not a physical location. It was a weaponized concept.
Valeria stood perfectly still inside the skin tight bubble of Silas's twilight magic. She stared out into the apocalyptic void, her glowing amethyst eyes struggling to process the sheer, terrifying scale of the visual assault. The King of the High Pantheon had not merely summoned a severe winter storm. He had completely deleted the fundamental laws of visual depth and geographical reality.
There was no sky above them. There was no solid ground visible beneath their boots. There was no horizon to separate the heavens from the earth. There was only a chaotic, infinite expanse of screaming, solid white light.
