"The entire kingdom is freezing. And the worst is yet to come. This curse, terrible and destructive, tears down the soul and consumes the body in an unshakable ice. The only way to escape death is by running away!"
This particular message was widespread through the kingdom of the South. The Villagers all ran to the palace and into Zenphek, their only safe haven.
Snow and Vin rushed to the town and the sight, unbearable.
"Are we late?" Vin stepped forward, looking at how legions of Demons poured out from different portals in various locations.
"Devour all!" A giant sized demon, holding a spiked hammer said. His voice echoed through the skies. Every step he made, shattered the ice and created deep holes, enough to occupy hundreds.
"What the heck? Why are those Demons lost?" A rank S mage who was closeby angrily stated. When he saw Snow approaching, he ran towards him.
"Jim, what happened?" Snow asked first. His eyes fixed on the giant.
