The early morning mist still clung to the courtyard when Astraea arrived at the Iceforge, her armored boots crunching on frost-covered cobblestones. Even in the soft light of dawn, the forge rang with purpose: a cavernous chamber carved into the northern cliffside, its walls lined with veins of glimmering ice. Runes of ancient power—some fading, some flickering with renewed life—carved through the frozen walls in intricate spirals. At the center stood the Iceforge itself: a massive crucible of enchanted stone and ice, fed by channels that carried moonlight and frost, all designed to transform raw materials into legendary arms.