Chapter 113: Orange Flames and Lingering Warmth in Frostwatch

Elora's POV

When Nyx's shadow spat us out, the blizzard was slashing at our faces like knives.

One second, we were surrounded by the hot stench of blood and exploding dragonfire in the great hall; the next, biting cold stabbed straight into my lungs. The violent temperature shift made my windpipe ...

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