Shilam stood before a destroyed horizon. In the center of the Realm of Shadows, a place that didn't resemble it existed. A frozen wasteland, unlike the Realm of Shadows, where lumps of frost mana and shadow mana fought in the air, small balls of frost and shadow mana trying their best to overcome one another.
On the ground, deep cracks ran through the many layers of ice, and shadows tried to rise from such cracks, only to be beaten down again and again by the chilling mist. Slowly, these cracks began to mend, and Shilam was at a loss for words.
The Realm of Shadows was being pushed back; in this war of mana and domains, Shadows were being bested in their home realm, and ice dominated the area.
"..."
He had never thought he would see a sight like this in the battle. It was as if two Epic Beings had been in a furious battle.
