"Blessed Amanata..."
"That's simply... a Scourge."
In the Ashen Kingdom's temporary camp, Count Trischka was dumbfounded.
"The Everfrost Tribe was just... annihilated. From now on, there will be no more Frost Calamity."
Trischka couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He gazed at the distant half of Vaar Glacier covered by sun-blocking clouds, listening to the roaring thunder. Even his voice, usually steady, trembled.
"Boom!"
Another thunderclap resounded. Though nearly thirty kilometers away, people could still feel the terror of the Storm of Vengeance. The powerful spell's fluctuations even brushed against their faces.
Old scholar Morr took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, murmuring quietly:
"This, this is also a good thing."
"We originally thought this Frost Calamity would kill or injure countless people again, but now the Dragon Lord of the Ashen Kingdom has solved even its root cause."
Yelena also wiped her pale face, reluctantly agreeing:
