Each solemn vow, like a nail, firmly pinned this legion of a thousand to the Icefield.
They were exhausted to the extreme, their fighting energy depleted, their bodies already scarred.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and amidst the blizzard, the Cold Iron Legion had just crushed the Nest, barely taking a breath when a strange vibration rose on the right flank of the battle line.
Footsteps, heavy, eerie, like the traveling souls of the dead across the Snowfield.
"What is that?"
A young knight just turned his head, when a shadowy figure suddenly leapt from the snow fog!
"Enemy attack——!!"
Dozens of black shadows burst through the snow, breaking through the icy seal like a swarm of locusts.
These were insect corpses, but not ordinary insect corpses.
