King Nagakin glared at the Yeti Elder who now led his race against him.
With their vastly different eyes glaring at each other, King Nagakin kept on adjusting his ice War Axe in his hand even as the Yeti Elder remained completely still like stone with his conjured Ice Spear on his hand.
None of them needed to speak, their eyes communicated their unwavering desire that would push them to start a war no matter the costs.
The oppressive atmosphere in the air was so strong that for a brief moment, an absolute silence dominated the air until one of them made the first move.
With one stomp of the Yeti Elder's right leg, a vibration spread through the snow. As King Nagakin looked down at his legs, he roared.
"ROAR…!!!"
This time, the Yeti Elder did not just roar for its sake, a power followed it as he activated an ability of his that he used last during the desperate war over domination of the Ice plane more than a millennium ago.
