Frostpire... the western walls...
King Dracos stood atop the wall alongside several elite generals of the Frostpire Kingdom.
The Frost Monarch watched the ongoing battle at the front with a distant look on his face.
It had been a while since the prodigies of the Dragon Realm ventured into the ancient forest. During their absence, Scourge Dragon attacks had become even more frequent.
"It's almost as if something is chasing them out of the forest," the king muttered as he narrowed his eyes. Fortunately, with him stationed here, no monster had slipped past the walls.
After observing for a while and ensuring the situation was under control, Dracos vanished in a burst of frigid wind, leaving a trail of frost on the ground where he had just stood.
Click! Click!
Some time later, he walked alone through the hallways of the Frost Castle, his footsteps echoing. This part of the castle was silent—no guards, no maids.
