Against the wind and the dead, the party took flight—riding giant snow owls north into the frozen wastes.
There, hidden among the glaciers, they found it:

The Ice Palace of the Boned Masked Lich.

Disguised as the lich itself and his prisoners, you passed the frost giant guards and navigated a maze of cold stone and shadow. The palace seemed abandoned. It's hallways seemingly and endless maze of evil and darkness.

In the throne room, Baxter touched the frozen altar—

—and vanished.

The floor split.
Undead rose in waves.
Steel, spell, and fury shattered the dead as each of you, one by one, laid hands upon the frozen throne.

The world twisted.

When your vision cleared, you stood deeper within the palace.

Before you:
Kojack, locked in battle with the Boned Masked Lich.
Runes blaze across the floor in a vast arcane circle.
An enormous, sealed door looms behind the lich—its surface marked by a floating, unblinking eye set within the ice.

And there, beside the ritual…

Baxter.
Standing still.
Mouth open.
Eyes empty.

The ritual is not finished.
The door has not yet opened.
And the Boned Masked has been waiting for you all along.