Frost and his remaining forces were teleported to the first floor of his dungeon once the war was over. The moment their feet touched the snow and the cool breeze flowed over their skin each and every one of them took in a deep breath and relished in the comfort of home. Karrick's dungeon was truly unbearable for ice borne creatures such as themselves.
Frost smiled as he saw this and picked up a handful of snow to rub between his fingers.
"Much better" he muttered before getting to work.
"Alright, everyone who took part in the war can take the next 24 hours off, retreat to the lower floors so the replacement shifts can take over your regular duties. Officers please report the losses from your regiments to Findlay and prepare your own analysis for how the war went down." Frost wanted his officers to utilise their intelligence and learn from each and every battle so as to lessen the losses in the next war.
