"Once again welcome to Icethorne, Frost." General Bando animatedly welcomed Frost to Icethorne as the fortress' southern gates were craned open by a team of muscular soldiers and a durable lever mechanism.
From just a cursory glance Frost estimated that the gate weighed tens, perhaps even hundreds of tonnes and was made out of a metal he'd never seen before.
As the gate slowly opened he was able to see a beautiful marbling running within the metal, its colour appearing slightly lighter and far shiner than the rest, it even glinted whenever a sunbeam passed across its surface. It was obvious that this metal that made up 90% of the gate was of a very high rank.
'Even I repeatedly used [flight of the Luan] I doubt I'd be able to shave off more than a few centimetres.' Frost could immediately tell that without special equipment it would be impossible to break through this giant wall and gate.
