Lyria's cold voice broke the silence. "My Lord… is something wrong?"
Handel added quickly, sensing the shift, "You look… shaken."
Kael turned toward them slowly, but before he could speak, a deafening BOOOOM roared through the chamber.
The floor cracked and the walls were split apart.
Ice shattered like broken glass, and a huge cave opened up in front of the group.
Gasps and shrieks echoed as everyone turned their heads toward the new space. Cold air blasted into them, sharp like knives, making many stumble or scream. Some men froze in place—literally. Their skin turned pale, their limbs stiff. They collapsed, twitching, then stilled.
Inside the huge space, a sight of pure terror stood.
A colossal draconic carcass lay coiled around a frozen mountain of treasure—glimmering coins, weapons, crystals, and more. Its horns twisted toward the roof, its wings folded like broken sails, its jaw half-open in death. A long beard of icicles hung from its chin.
