On the mountain ranges near Sokovo Stronghold, thousands of warriors lay on the soft snow as several magic beasts tended to them.
"How long will your people wake up?", Arahon asked High King Garron.
"I don't know either. It's my first time inflicting that shout upon them. Probably an hour or so."
High King Garron's reply made them speechless. How could they defend against the attack with such an unknown variable on their hands?
"Then we'll have to fend for ourselves for a while.", Elder Flock sighed, "Regardless, we need to come up with a plan on how to deal with the demonic beasts and the undead beings that have spread around Norva Assili."
He had told the rest of the events with regards to the corruption of undead essence that inflicted several strongholds and villages inside the northern glacial continent. He left out the part about Eluard's involvement, however.
