Stormy Ridge, north of the Triel Throat.
This region, once ravaged by fiery flames, was now met with endless cold winds.
"In the name of Soleim..."
"You are the ancestor of all Frost Giants, grant our enemies eternal slumber..."
"The blizzard is your roaring breath, transform into the cold and fight alongside us, let the enemies fall into eternal shivers!"
The Frost Giant Sacrificers chanted ancient incantations in unison, and the mysterious runes covering their bodies lit up.
Eternal Frost Descends
In the sky, clusters of frigid mist surged and roiled, spreading and sweeping across the once serene land to create a terrifying blizzard.
This was the power of Eternal Frost passed down through generations of the Frost Giant tribe, even without the aid of relics. If they possessed the Eternal Frost Horn, the blizzard would become even more dreadful, possibly engulfing the entire Stormy Ridge.
