A blue and white ice dragon breathes frosty vapor onto a spiderweb-frosted ice floor in a crystal-filled ice cave.

Book 21 --- WINGS OF FIRE: THE HIDDEN CURRENT PART ONE: THE FROST AND THE SPARK CHAPTER 1: Ice That Feels Too Much War doesn’t knock on the gates of the FrostWing kingdom. It seeps in. It behaves exactly like cold through a hairline fracture in the ice—slow, silent, and everywhere at once before a single dragon thinks to sound the alarm. Hail pressed her sharp, translucent talons against the pristine floor of her private den. She watched, with a growing sense of dread, as frost began to spiderweb outward from her claws. It didn't just frost over; it branched into jagged, crystalline veins, sharp as daggers, tracing the exact geometric shape of every single anxiety she was trying very hard not to think about. That was the curse of FrostWing ice. It wasn’t just frozen water. It was a mirror. Every stray emotion, every spike of panic or wave of guilt, left its physical mark on the architecture. Right now, her floor was an absolute disaster of chaotic spirals, fractured lines, and sharp edges. It was deeply, profoundly embarrassing. If her mother walked in right now, she’d be able to read Hail’s emotional state like a scroll. "ARGH!" The sudden burst of frost that exploded from Hail's snout was completely uncalled for. It was a reflex, a physical manifestation of her frustration, but it instantly manifested into three massive, jagged ice spikes that shot upward, jutting from the ceiling. One of them was approximately one tail-length away from puncturing the main structural Voir plus