Benjamin stopped the magic after around fifteen minutes.
The whole giant grave of ice evaporated into thin air as the forest once again returned to silence.
Edmund and the other mercenaries had come out and were walking towards the direction of the grave when they were suddenly hit with a biting wind. They crouched down and braced themselves for the cold.
When they lifted their heads, they saw that the giant mound was already gone.
Seeing this, they were stunned.
"Sir…. you took care of all of them?"
They hesitated for a while but eventually walked inside to look. All that was left of the campsite that had been baptized in ice was an intense aura of death. Hundreds of corpses littered the ground, giving them goosebumps.
Other than that, every single one of the corpse was covered with a layer of frost, looking as if they had just been dragged out of a freezer. Edmund tried kicking one, but it felt like he was kicking a steel plate.
The mercenaries’ faces were filled with fear.
