As the battle ascended above the clouds, the frost giants, already overwhelmed with a sense of impending defeat, quickly realized that the roar they heard was an enemy's declaration of victory.
The 11th-degree frost giant, focused on beating the war drums, handed them to a nearby 10th-degree frost giant. "A son follows in his father's footsteps." He smiled at the other 11th-degree frost giant. "It must be me, my brother Tonor. As our father said, the four tribes are entrusted to you!" With that, he summoned a pair of ice spears and leaped into the fray.
Seeing more 10th-degree and higher magical beasts emerging from all sides of the white dragon's lair, Tonor, Hodnan, and Ronkan felt a profound sense of inferiority, realizing that the enemy had never fought with full strength.
