The ice field was full of panic.
Screams echoed from every direction as people ran, slipping and falling on the snow-covered ground. Ice crystals sparkled around them, but there was no beauty here—only fear. The cold was sharp, cutting into their skin, and the wind howled like a monster's cry.
Up ahead, the Bony Dragon—massive and terrifying—was being held down. Its giant, skeletal wings flapped weakly as more Ice Titans pressed down on it. Dozens of them had surrounded the creature, grabbing its limbs and neck, trying to pin it to the frozen ground.
The dragon thrashed and roared, its breath turning the air into storms of ice. But slowly, its movement started to slow. Its wings dropped lower. The light in its eyes began to dim.
Bishop Polly stood on a platform of ice, eyes glowing with excitement. He clenched his fists and laughed, the sound wild and echoing.
"FINALLYYYY!" he screamed. "HAHAHAHA!"
His voice was filled with madness.
