The surrounding plain had been turned into an icy tundra.
Temperature had plunged, and everything, including earth, stone, and scattered vegetation, was encased in thick layers of ice.
The ground glittered faintly as the rays of the morning sun bounced off it. It hardened and cracked under the weight of the cold, while the air itself felt sharp and brittle with frost.
On one side of the frozen expanse stood the Winter Lord, white hair unmoving, cold radiating from him in steady waves.
On the other side stood Adam, dark-robed and masked, tyrannical mana rolling off him as he faced his opponent.
Between them lay nothing but frozen land and silence, the battlefield set and waiting for what came next.
The Winter Lord intently stared at the masked man. "Are you from the faction responsible for the murder of two Councilors?" he asked.
Adam's lips curled into a smirk beneath the mask. "So what if I am?"
