An Isekai Story

Nestled in the glacial scars of northern Kavrix, just above the Frozen Necropolis, Lake Silentreach lies motionless—a haunting, silver-veined basin fed by narrow arteries of The Deep. Though technically a lake, its breadth and stillness give it the gravity of an inland sea. The surface is almost always smooth as polished glass, broken only by the drifting mist or the occasional ripple from something unseen beneath. Locals whisper that it listens. Magic falters near its shores, and summoned heroes speak of hearing their own voices echoed back—altered, delayed, or answering in languages they never knew. In winter (which lingers long here), the lake doesn’t freeze in sheets, but crystallizes into fractal patterns said to resemble ancient runes. Tributary rivers flow from Silentreach into the necrotic heart of the Frozen Necropolis, carrying chill not only in temperature, but intent. Some say even the Lich King avoids its center. Others claim he speaks to it.

Lake Silentreach stretches like a wound of obsidian glass across the frostbitten tundra. Its waters gleam faintly silver under moonlight, unbroken by wave or bird. Fog curls low and dense, never dissipating, forming ghostlike shapes above the surface. Frozen pines ring its edge, black and brittle. In the center, a faint blue glow pulses just beneath the depths, like a heartbeat buried in silence.