Rules of Vengeance: The Earth’s Heart & The Lost Gateway

The unnaturally thick sheet of ice crept over the cobblestones, glittering under the pale afternoon sky of Meridian. It swallowed the grass, encased the outer statues, and chilled the air until every breath exhaled in thick, frosty plumes.
"Unseasonable ice... it’s the only person who has the power to freeze an entire village. It’s got to be him," Gau Ban said, his voice tense as he stepped toward the edge of the courtyard. He turned his eyes toward Ellie Ragu, who stood strangely distant, gazing into the distance. "Ever since the news about the village being destroyed, you’ve been acting weird, sister."
Ellie didn't answer immediately. Outside the palace of Meridian, she wrapped her cloak tighter against the bitter chill. When she spoke, her voice carried a resolute weight. "There comes a time in a Sval's life when they must fight, no matter what."
Before Gau Ban could press further, a figure clad in dark, high-collared armor stepped forward from the shadows of the central plaza. "I am Xigbar, the watcher assigned by the Queen of Meridian," he announced smoothly, crossing his arms.
Near the grand archway leading to the palace gardens, Dianna was standing on something—a raised marble altar jutting out from the frosted floor. "Look!" Elyon called out, gesturing eagerly to her siblings, Will Vandom and Prince Phobos. "Look, it’s Mom’s handwriting!"
Phobos leaned over, tracing the faint, crystalline script left by Queen Weira on the stone surface. "She was here," Elyon murmured, her eyes wide with realization. "She was looking for the gateway."
At the edge of the altar sat a hooded monk who had remained silent amidst the growing cold. As the group gathered, the monk lifted a weathered hand, his voice reverberating through the frost-laden air.
"I only see the truth if you must answer the question," the monk spoke, setting the conditions for those who wished to proceed beyond the threshold. "Though force and strength cannot get through, with gentle ease I can easily. On the threshold many would stand, if not for me—a friend in hand. What am I?"
The group quieted, the howling icy wind dropping to a low whisper as they pondered the riddle that guarded the passage ahead.
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