malo grim and frostbitten blekčine
Towers rise from crystalline frost
Spires crown the stronghold
Archaic power within
Castle gates guarded by wyvern forms
Stone creatures, a specter calling
Ancient walls, mystic and cold
This task, the way now shrouded
An evil presence
Through abandoned courtyards
Looming death
In the highest tower, an emerald glare
Atop a column of marble
The Serpent's Stone