The freezing air in the lower ruins did not just feel cold — it buzzed with anger.
At the dead end of the central plaza, the path up to the main castle was completely blocked by a sixty-foot wall of corrupted blue ice.
It was a frozen trap, a tight spot where the dark alleys and broken stone paths of the lower area all came together. The thick fog hung heavy, swallowing the light, until the sudden, fast sound of running boots broke the frozen silence.
From opposite sides of the frozen arena, Team Riven and Team Marius slammed into the clearing at the exact same moment.
Riven did not even look at the big ice wall blocking the stairs. He did not look at the old buildings around them. The moment his eyes cut through the mist and saw Marius standing across the frost-covered stone, his pupils narrowed with pure hate.
"Marius...," Riven hissed.
