The wind howled through the obsidian spires of the Northern Citadel, a jagged melody that matched the turmoil in Celine's chest. Standing on the balcony of the ducal chambers, she wrapped her fur-lined cloak tighter around her shoulders. In her previous life, she had navigated the treacherous waters of municipal elections and backroom political deals, but she had never felt quite this isolated.
Back on Earth, Celine Yue was a woman of strategy and spoken word. Here, in the body of Cyrina Vaeloria, she was a "magicless" anomaly in a world where power was measured in mana. But as she looked out over the fledgling settlement she was building in the shadow of Lucian's fortress, she knew that mana wasn't the only way to bend the world to one's will.
The Cold Commander
"The blueprints for the irrigation system are ambitious," a voice like cracking ice remarked from the shadows of the doorway.
