The Shard

Five months had drifted past in a blend of rigorous effort and marked progress.

As Lassim approached his 14th birthday, the thoughts of celebration were far from his mind. Instead, his focus was sharpened on the monumental task at hand—cleansing the realm of its deep-seated corruption.

The giant, looming shard that pierced the void remained an ominous fixture in the sky, a stark reminder.

Under Lassim's relentless dedication over the last few months with little rest, the transformation of the area near the shard was undeniable.

The vast expanse of barren land that had been mainly just a blizzard once choked by corruption now relaxed. The ground, once veiled in a sinister red snow, now showed signs of returning to its natural state, with patches of green peeking through the receding blanket of snow.