Somewhere in the snow-laden woods, three riders in matching uniforms reined in their Glaciermanes at the same time, their mounts snorting clouds of frosty breath into the cold air.
They were none other than the Frostclaw Battalion's Commander Elvira, along with Cenric and Gareth.
Suddenly, a low, domineering roar echoed from somewhere ahead, making the very ground tremble beneath their feet.
Along with that deep, domineering roar, a chorus of other cries rose from every corner of the Eversnow Mountains. The air seemed to quake with their echoes, and even the Glaciermanes they rode shuddered and stamped, unable to hide their unease.
Commander Elvira's sharp gaze fixed on the direction of the roar. Her expression hardened, "It seems… we're too late."
"Commander, that roar just now…" Gareth began, his voice uncertain.
