"T-They're advancing!"
"Hold the gates!"
"Mages, prioritize defense! Knights, form a line—we need to hold them back!"
"There's too many of them—we won't be able to hold out!"
"One of them is breaking through—!"
The city had descended into chaos.
Shouts overlapped, commands clashed, and fear spread faster than the cold itself.
What was once the last safe haven in the northern lands had now become a battlefield, its walls trembling under the relentless assault of the Frost Giants.
Their attack had changed.
No longer were they simply hurling massive chunks of ice from a distance, testing the city's defenses.
Now, they had closed the gap, abandoning patience entirely in favor of raw, overwhelming force. Towering figures crashed against the barriers, their sheer strength shaking the foundations of the city with every strike.
At the forefront of the assault—
Gallan.
