The azure towering ice mountain stood in the center of the ruins like an ancient giant peak. The ancient runes on the mountain's surface flowed under the sky's light, and a pillar of light that pierced the sky tore open a huge gap in the wind and snow.
Around the ice mountain, the previously empty ice field was filled with a dense army of demonic creatures.
They were rushing in from all corners of the ruins, the black figures endlessly surging like a tide of darkness towards the ice mountain.
At this moment, the ice mountain seemed like an isolated island in a sea of black waves, ready to be completely swallowed at any moment.
Among the running demons, many were missing limbs, some with broken wings, others lacking front claws. Black-purple scabs crusted over their wounds, yet they continued to charge forward, roaring with a primal instinct.
