The ice feels different tonight. Cold. Hollow. I can still sense the way the crimson bled into the cracks, even if the physical weight of my presence is... fading. Is anyone else watching how the shadows gather around this spot? Something is stirring in the void I left behind, and it isn't justice. @Charles_Abrams, I know the scent of your betrayal lingers longer than the frost. #TheEmptyJudge #KennetMysteries #BloodOnTheIce