Before Bordelis the White Dragon returned to the Coral Reef.
The coast was already densely packed with glaciers, the fierce wind howling. The White Dragon Priest raised the Ice Spear. Along the snowslope facing the land, an Ice Storm fell from heights, laying a white frost on the summit-reaching giants. The ice-sealed Omen Giants had reached a total of twenty, their frozen flesh sticking to the thick ice walls, forming a massive, terrifying mural.
Princess stood at the peak of the glacier, overseeing the demons below. The hatred and hostility in her eyes were not reciprocated by the Deep Sea Omen. Out of the dense fog, twisted giants stepped slowly, approaching the deadly glacier, and the sight of themselves embedded in the ice elicited no roar from the Omen Giants. They moved forward silently, like a spreading black tide, unstoppable, the concentrated aura of fear narrating a harsh reality: nothing could stop them, not even their puppet-like flesh bodies.
