Episode 8C: The Frozen Throne

Episode 8C: The Frozen Throne

Spring touches the lands around Kolob, but within your domain, winter's isolation remains eternal. Your white fur shifts in the cold wind as you maintain the barriers that have made this place legend. The Stone Watchtower rises like a decree of solitude against the sky, its crystalline formations pulsing with power that keeps the very seasons at bay within your territory.

Through your glasses, you observe the latest failed attempt to study your domain – a university expedition turning back after their instruments ceased functioning and their compasses began spinning wildly. The Heartstone's energy flows pure and undiluted, creating distortions in space and time that make your territory virtually inaccessible to the outside world.

Your crystalline attachments resonate with frequencies that haven't been heard since the height of N'hava power. The network of wards and barriers you've established has grown so strong that it affects the fundamental nature of reality within your boundaries. Light bends strangely, sound carries hidden harmonics, and the Life Stream flows as it did in the most ancient of days.

The professor's last notes have become sealed records in distant archives, labeled as warnings rather than research. The local tribes have moved their sacred sites elsewhere, speaking of Kolob only in whispered stories of the white guardian who keeps the old powers at rest. Maps show this area as a blank space marked only with warnings.

Through the Life Stream, you sense other solitary guardians maintaining their own domains of isolation. No communication passes between you – no acknowledgment is needed. Like ancient lighthouses warning ships away from dangerous shores, you each stand alone, keeping your separate watches.

The Underground Lake's chamber pulses with energy untouched by human presence. The Star Map Caves hold secrets that will never be disturbed. The very air within your territory has become charged with power that rejects all but the most essential living things – even animals treat your domain as a place set apart from the natural world.

Your choice of absolute isolation has created something unprecedented – a pocket of pure, preserved power, a fragment of the ancient world maintaining its integrity against the tide of time itself.

What do you do next?