At the same time as the Saint Army entered the battle for the western bridge, the Slayer Army reached the eastern span of the chasm. Here, the landscape was rather similar, except for the fact that the great bridge was flat as opposed to arched and not quite as wide.
The battle was very different, though.
As the torrent of fallen immortals entered the bridge, rushing across its surface like a harrowing tide, a cold wind blew across the chasm. Then, something glistened in the air.
It was a snowflake… one at first, then one more, then an endless number of them.
In a strange turn of events, on that day, snow fell at the bottom of the Stormsea.
The winds howled, reaching a frightening speed and intensity, and a violent blizzard enveloped the world in its frigid embrace. The temperature plummeted, and the milky-white veil of snow obscured everything in sight.
The snowstorm, of course, was summoned by the shadow of the Winter Beast.
