Kiara The Knight Of Icicles Direct

From that day on, no Thaw-Wyrm ever rose again. But travelers to Permafrost still speak of a lone knight in hoarfrost armor, standing watch at the edge of the world, her breath turning to diamonds in the air.

The next morning, the Wyrm rose. Its body was a river of dirty meltwater, eyes like twin candles flickering in a drain. It flowed toward the capital, swallowing bridges, turning bakeries to steam, drowning watchtowers in mud. kiara the knight of icicles

And if you listen closely on the coldest nights, you can hear her whisper to the wind: From that day on, no Thaw-Wyrm ever rose again

The Wyrm laughed. A wet, gurgling sound. It lunged. Its body was a river of dirty meltwater,

“Turn back,” she said. “You are not hunger. You are a fever. And fevers break.”

Kiara did not dodge. She planted her icicle lance into the ice and waited .