Indeed, it was something uncalled for. No one expected the legendary beast to appear before them that easily. Or they expected there was something crawling under their feet.
No, not crawling. Each take a step back when the ice field at the ground cracked. They hear the loud pounding of fists on the ice surface. Hands floated above ground. They realize too late.
There was something that suddenly appeared below the ice. Something that's attempting to crack the ice field. Drowning them in the black waters. And these things are the same color, same white, pale ghastly frozen feature as of that things that surrounded the man on the throne.
The king reacted too late. There are four hundred faeries who came to this expedition. All well-bodied and abled. Yet the king knew - no one can survive these attacks. Especially when it's the ground at their feet, that's trying to swallow them in.
