All eyes on top of the northern wall shifted towards Bastion upon hearing Frost's roar. Many of whom had their hearts lurch in fear the moment they caught sight of the guild master's heavily wounded state.
Adventurers who grew up under his care and owed their current strength to him froze in place, their blood running cold as their indomitable leader half kneeled before his enemy. From their view all they could see was the second rindar towering over Bastion with his great sword punching through his gut. A gruesome sight filled with blood and horror.
