The Giant God Streitbur, who broke the unwritten rules of war 30,000 years ago and whose manhood the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat had torn off and hung as a decoration in her treasure vault, could never have imagined this.
In those years, to aid his believers in resisting the onslaught of dragons, the Frost Titans he spawned from his own bloodline failed to make a name for themselves in that eternal war.
But now, 30,000 years later on the Prime Material Plane of Elariya, through the hands of the High Elves, who were once nothing more than slaves guiding their path, they unleashed their destructive power.
With every step these Frost Titans took, explosions like the frigid winds of winter followed. The originally scorching air above the Kutaro Desert began to accumulate thick layers of dark clouds from the sudden clash of frosty power.
For a moment, it was as if a cataclysm had descended.
