The Ship Graveyard, where the ice is thin and the hunger runs deep.
Blue scales. Bright eyes. Dark intent.
Even outlaws need a roof when the north howls.
The ice is her drum. Your bones are her rhythm.
Ships go in. Monsters feed. Nothing comes out.
A friend in the freeze. A ferry through the seas.
The fall was deep. The damnation was deeper.
The ice holds their flesh. The abyss holds their souls.
Four blocks tall. Ten thousand teeth.
She was Cornelia once. Now, she is the current.
Terrible Set
Abyssal Set
Salvager Sect
