A massive shard of ice slammed down beside the camp, shattering on impact. Flying splinters shot out like thrown daggers, cutting several soldiers and staining the snow crimson.

Startled by the sudden chaos, the snow foxes retreated and disappeared into the depths of the snowy plain, and disappeared into the night.

Rising to his feet, Matthias surveyed the wreckage around him with a heavy sense of dread pressing down on him.

They had not only lost many soldiers that night, but the camp was also severely damaged. Their already scarce supplies were now in an even more desperate state.

The next morning, the sky remained overcast, and the wind howled bitterly.

The soldiers began clearing the camp, repairing tents, and treating their wounded comrades.

Matthias led several elite soldiers to climb a nearby hill to get a better look at the island. Standing on the hilltop, he could see that the entire place was blanketed in thick ice and snow. Mountains in the distance were shrouded in mi