The cold air was filled with thunderous roars and ice cracking beneath the weight of two giants. In the distance, the Ice Dragon and the Ice Titan were still locked in a brutal fight. The dragon's icy wings swept across the ceiling, slamming into the titan's thick arms. Each strike created waves of frost and shook the frozen land.
The Ice Dragon which slowed down previously suddenly went crazy.
People below, soldiers and mages who once marched proudly with the Fangs, were now trying to run.
Some screamed, some stumbled. Others just dropped to their knees, praying. The battle had spiraled into chaos, and most realized they were only seconds from death. Huge chunks of ice fell from above.
Frost storms howled through broken cliffs. No one had the strength to fight anymore—only to survive.
Amid this chaos, Lyria lifted Kael onto her shoulder. Her expression was blank, but her movements were calm, serious. Her eyes had no panic, only resolve.
