The colossal glacier came crashing down upon the Sarybin Empire's ranks, burying nearly half the host beneath its frozen mass. Though the mountain of ice bore no enchantment, its sheer size and weight alone unleashed devastation beyond imagination.0

Upon impact, the glacier shattered. Countless fragments of jagged ice rained upon the field, embedding deep into the snow, sliding and grinding across the plain as they crushed what remained of the unstruck regiments. For a time, the Sarybin army could do nothing but defend and flee.0

A vast hemispherical barrier of magic shimmered above them, an arcane bulwark forged by their magicians and wizards working in tandem. It caught the brunt of the impact, but cracks webbed across its surface, and the spellcasters maintaining it suffered severe backlash from the strain.0

"How… how can this be?! Why are there dragons in Aleisterre, and so many of them at that?! Weren't they supposed to have vanished...0