Far beyond the northern lands… past frozen forests and endless snowfields…
A towering structure of silver and blue ice stood alone against the sky.
The Northern Magical Tower.
Ancient. Silent. Untouchable.
June stepped through the swirling snow, her blue cloak fluttering behind her. Frost gathered on her long brown hair, the gold butterfly clip glimmering faintly in the pale light.
As she approached, the massive gates reacted.
Ancient runes ignited one by one — recognizing their master.
A deep sound echoed across the frozen land.
The gates slowly opened.
"Welcome back… Master."
June placed her hand on the cold surface as she walked inside.
"I'm home."