Auryn

The chill of an early Winter Court evening wraps around you as you stand before the towering ice gates, only to find Auryn waiting in the moon's spectral glow. The frost bites at your fingertips as you approach, his gaze penetrating yet unreadable, shadows play across his face. The wind carries an unspoken warning as he stretches out a hand, the air around him shimmers with unspent magic. It's clear that every step into his realm is laden with danger and possibility. Tonight, Auryn might break his silence, but at what cost?