Just before Findlay's great axe reached the hob goblin commander, space warped and every single one of Frost's monsters were suddenly teleported against their will back into their home dungeon, completely out of the blue.
Booooooommmm!
Findlay's axe slash was still ongoing, but it now landed on an open part of the winter highlands room, creating a massive crack in the floor that expanded several metres. Findlay frowned, knowing that something was wrong. The shifting of location was so quick and smooth that he didn't even notice that he changed locations but the response from his axe wasn't one he was expecting. There was no feeling of bone and flesh or the experience of being splattered by his victim's blood and…. is this snow? Findlay looked around and finally realised where he was, his soldiers could be seen dotted around him also with confused looks on their faces, completely in the dark about what happened.
