The broken remains of Lanka's Frost General lay scattered across the bloodstained snow. Silence had fallen over the mountain pass.
Sagiri stood calmly in the freezing wind, his black cloak moving behind him as dark alchemical fluid dripped from his bare hands.
The sixty thousand Soulless soldiers and giant frost beasts stood frozen in confusion. With their general dead, their command system had been broken.
Sagiri gave them no time to recover.
He released the Archive's power, sending a wave of black and silver energy across the valley. The pressure struck the enemy ranks like an invisible wave, forcing thousands of armored soldiers against the frozen ground.
From the southern cliffs above the pass, General Zafaru raised his blade and sounded the charge.
Forty thousand southern warriors rushed down the slopes in tight battle formations, their iron-tipped spears pointing forward.
