"Seems like the High King fulfilled his promise."
As Blaz and Yitzhak stood on the mountain northwest of Mount Aerea, they could hear the jarring sounds of cannons pounding their ears from two sides. While Mount Aerea got blasted by frostbite the Hammersnake river was burning with explosions.
"I'll be honest, I'm kind of disappointed." Commented Blaz seeing the conflict not far from Mount Aura.
"Ohh? You actually want those dwarves to come?" Yitzhak didn't seem surprised.
"Not to the least." Replied the young man. "I was hoping to see golden explosions. Most people I fought back there always make their skills turn to gold."
"… you're intrigued by the weirdest things, Frost Bear." Yitzhak's face went stiff.
"No. It's you demon who's the weird one." He quickly retorted. "For a race thriving on seduction, you didn't seem to be that obsessed with beauty and aesthetics."
"No need to be obsessed when you're naturally beautiful."
