Half a Month Later – Abyssal Chasm
Jorik, leading his vast army, officially stepped into Gareth's territory.
"Snow Wraiths, you'll invade from the west. Keep an eye on those scorpions!"
Lord Jorik turned to the Snow Wraiths, a race that left a trail of ice and snow wherever they went. From the frost they conjured, countless Snowlings were born, making them impervious to overwhelming numbers.
"As you command, my lord. If those scorpions dare crawl out, I'll slaughter every last one of them!"
The Snow Wraith's voice was raspy, her transparent eyes devoid of emotion, filled only with an icy calm.
Jorik nodded and turned to the Icefield Snow Wolf King, standing beside him.
"Wolf King, you'll invade the Black Forest. Its environment is perfect for your kind."
"Awooo!"
