Aglovan and his army emerged from the shimmering portal, stepping into an entirely new and hostile world. The Eternal Ice, an island shrouded in perpetual frost, stretched out before them. Snow-capped peaks loomed in the distance, and the chilling winds howled through frozen valleys. The air carried a biting cold, far removed from the scorched ruins of Darkwood, where they had battled Demon Lord Zepar.
While our eyes were still adjusting to the cold light of this world made of ice, we could already discern their shadows right in front of us. They have been waiting for us because they know that we are attackable until the portal has allowed for all of our troops to travel to this isle.
The Undead, ever relentless, had not given up their pursuit of Aglovan's forces. A vanguard of skeletal warriors and frost-bound wraiths awaited their arrival, ready to strike as the portal's energy struggled to transport the full strength of Aglovan's army. With only a fraction of his troops assembled, Aglovan had no choice but to hold the line. The frozen battlefield provided little cover, and the enemy pressed forward with chilling resolve.
As more of Aglovan’s forces materialized from the portal, the tide began to turn. His heavy infantry braved the icy terrain to form a solid front, while archers rained arrows upon the advancing Undead. Cavalry forces charged through the battlefield, their swift movements disrupting the chilling curses of the wraiths as they scattered the enemy lines.
The sight of the arrival of our full army finally put the Undead warriors to flight, but nonetheless, we should stay on guard while we are pursuing them. Along the way right over cracking ice and moving past deep crevasses, a single misstep could already bode death...
The Eternal Ice promised no reprieve, only harsher trials ahead. But Aglovan knew there was no turning back now. The answers to the mysteries of the Undead invasion lay somewhere within this frozen expanse.
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