The Justiciar was a monument of pristine, terrible white.
It stood amidst the shattered remnants of the Citadel's great frost dome, a silent, armored titan in a garden of broken glass.
The air, once filled with the serene, crystalline hum of elemental harmony, was now a dead, cold vacuum, the silence a prelude to a symphony of slaughter!
For a moment, there was nothing. No movement, no sound. The Justiciar simply stood, its massive, white-armored form a stark, brutalist scar on the breathtaking beauty of Aeternitas Glacies.
Then, from the heart of the Citadel, the first wave of defenders came.
They were the Honored and Royal Living Elementals, beings of immense power and ancient lineage, their forms a glorious, terrible pageant of elemental fury.
Beings of living, swirling blizzard, their eyes burning with the cold light of a winter storm, unleashed torrents of soul-freezing frost!
Of Living Elementals Authority!
