Cavern of Frost [Serpent’s Rest]

Welcome to a cavern where winter feels alive, and the cold runs deeper than the walls around you.

A cavern carved by forgotten storms, its walls glisten with jagged blue crystal, every edge a mirror of frozen time. The air bites. The silence presses in. Red leaves drift along the frost—too few to belong here, too fresh to make sense.

And then there’s the lake. A sheet of perfect ice, smooth and clouded, stretching across the chamber’s heart. But something shifts beneath it. Huge. Slow. Waiting.

Don’t stand too close. The ice is thick—but not thick enough.