The icy wind was biting cold. Near the Triad River, a group of Spell Casters marked by the prominent imprint of a blood-red lion was setting up some Runic Magic Circles.
"Wizard Evan, complete these Runic Magic Circles quickly. We're not that far from Frost City. If they hurry here, there would be trouble!"
Some of the Spell Casters were urging their teammate. Among these five Spell Casters, it looked like only one was proficient in runes. The task of setting up the Runic Magic Circles was assigned to him.
"Worry not. So, what if they come? Our Bloodlion Tower has already joined forces with Sleet Fort. Hehe, each of our factions has one Ninth-level Spell Caster, and together we've invited two other Ninth-level Spell Casters. With such an impressive line-up, wouldn't it be easy to handle one mere Frost City?"
