Riley had already said it.
Warned her.
Told her exactly what was coming.
And still—
When it happened…
It happened fast.
Too fast.
The very next morning—
Everything broke.
"GAAAGH—!"
"W-Why—?!"
"Run—!!"
The castle that once stood in cold, silent order fell into chaos.
Screams echoed through the frozen halls. Creatures that once held themselves with discipline—almost dignity—were dragged back into their true nature.
Monsters.
Fear spread faster than frost ever could.
Blood stained the white floors.
"Traitor!!"
"Why are you doing this, Gallan?!"
The roar came from deeper within the chaos.
A massive figure stood at its center.
"…Forgive me, friend."
Gallan.
The Frost Giant Chieftain.
His voice was low.
Heavy.
Regretful—
But his hands didn't stop.
CRASH—!
His massive, spiked, frost-covered club came down without hesitation.
The Frost Goblin Shaman, Ulok—
A fellow general.
A comrade—
Was crushed beneath it.
Gone in an instant.
