The Northern Glaciers, the Ferocious Snow Tribe.
The saber-toothed tiger watched with sorrowful eyes as his companion, the ice wolf, twitched in agony, enslaved by the white dragon Albiria. His mind was numb, fully aware that there was no path to survival. The pressure of a fourteenth-degree being was that overwhelming.
The elder of the frost titans squinted his eyes, deepening the wrinkles on his face. Without hesitation, a second ice spear formed in his palm. With a deep breath and a firm stretch, he hurled it at another tenth-degree beast.
The spear was swift, and under normal circumstances, the alpha saber-toothed tiger, frozen in fear, wouldn't have been able to dodge. Yet, the magical beast with a twisted expression evaded it with a swift movement and merged into the saber-toothed tiger pack.
