Ronan comprehended Andre's deep concerns, perhaps Andre had already foreseen what the ultimate fate of Hansglass, this weak kingdom of mixed-blood tribes, would be if things continued this way.
The "Fire Dragon," racing through, finally encountered their "enemy" a dozen kilometers after leaving the tribe—a white-robed figure approaching against the cold wind, faintly glowing all over.
At this moment, the King of Barbarian Spirits, who had been seated on the throne, suddenly stood up, and a massive black warhammer seemed to appear in his hand out of thin air.
Following closely, the ground beneath everyone's feet trembled violently, and with the sound of ice breaking, a massive tundra lizard with black scales all over its body suddenly burst out from beneath the snow.
"Boom!"
"Nga!"
