The icy wind howled across the battlefield, carrying the scent of blood and frost. The snow was stained red in places, but the fighting had stopped. For now. The only movement came from Kael's men, who struggled to drag a massive block of ice across the frozen ground.
The Ice Titan, which was a towering, frozen behemoth a few moments ago, was now nothing more than a lifeless chunk of ice. Its frozen limbs jutted out, its monstrous form half-buried in the snow.
Surprisingly, after Kael got rid of it, the monsters stopped attacking suddenly.
A group of exhausted men pulled on thick ropes, their breaths heavy, their bodies aching. Their boots sank into the snow, leaving deep tracks behind. The ice groaned as it scraped against the ground, leaving a long, deep trail in its wake.
Robert tapped his fingers on the wooden table, watching from above. His sharp eyes narrowed when he saw Kael—calm as ever—sitting cross-legged atop the frozen beast, completely at ease.
