Frost currently stood at the top of Icethorne's northern wall.
The great behemoth of defence stood at a shocking 120 metres, making all those standing at the base appear like ants.
Here at the very top of the wall scores of terrifying ballista, catapults and even dreaded mana cannons of varying ranks were lined up as far as the eye could see.
Every second or so a volley of huge bolts, dense flaming rocks and corporal balls of raging mana were fired at the enemy ranks. The sound of these war machines, the roars of enemies and allies alike shook the wall's foundation to the point the Frost even found himself struggling to stand straight.
The vision around him was far more brutal than what he experienced during his own wars; the scale simply couldn't be matched.
