The Frost Clan's war camp, once a cacophony of steel and fury, now stood eerily silent. Smoke curled into the frosty air, carrying with it the scent of burned wood and blood-soaked snow. Kade stood amidst it all, his black cloak billowing slightly in the chilling wind. His gaze remained locked on Korrak, who now knelt before him, his massive frame humbled but unbroken.
'Rise,'
Kade said, his tone steady yet commanding.
Korrak slowly stood, towering over Kade yet showing no defiance. His sharp, icy eyes betrayed a lingering tension.
'I may have yielded, but do not think I am broken,'
Korrak said.
Kade allowed himself a faint smirk.
'I would expect nothing less.'
Vask stepped forward, his crimson eyes studying Korrak closely.
'This alliance will require more than words, Frost Lord. Actions will determine your worth in the eyes of the Dark Lord.'
Korrak's jaw tightened as he turned his gaze to Vask.
