The deep blue glacier stood tall like a pillar in the center of the battlefield, runic patterns flowing continuously amidst the sounds of battle, causing the biting cold wind to emit a faint glow.
On the icefield, a torrent of demonic creatures surged from all directions, their numbers manifold more than the Empire's geniuses, with roars, the sharp sounds of claws tearing through the air, and the booming explosions of Spiritual Energy intertwining, shaking the ice layers.
Yet, despite their overwhelming numbers, the demonic creatures found themselves at a standstill before these geniuses.
