The winds howled like a chorus of lamenting souls as Albrecht advanced into the Frozen Vault's towering citadel. Every step felt heavier than the last, the air itself an oppressive force that weighed on his body and clouded his thoughts. Jagged spires of blackened ice loomed above him, their surfaces reflecting distorted versions of his form. The whispers that had guided him here had ceased, leaving an eerie silence that pressed against his mind like a vice.
Frost clung to his cloak, despite its enchantments, and the biting cold gnawed at his skin. Yet, he moved with unwavering resolve. The entrance hall of the fortress stretched before him—a vast expanse of shimmering frost and intricate carvings etched into the icy walls. Each carving depicted battles between beings of immense power, their forms locked in eternal struggle.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: ENTERED DOMAIN OF THE FROZEN VAULT. WARNING: MAGIC DRAIN EFFECT ACTIVE. STAMINA RECOVERY HALVED.]