On the plains, one dragon beast ice sculpture after another stood in their charging posture, stretching from the base of the city walls far into the distance, none able to approach the walls.
Further afield, more dragon beasts wandered, but upon sensing the might of the Frost Elemental Lord, they chose to retreat, turning one after another and disappearing from view.
Amidst the soldiers' cheers, Inanna retracted Xiaobing, returned to her dwelling, and following her instincts, found Number Four.
"How strange, Little Four." She walked over, bent down to examine the round fungal mass curled in the sunlight, "A rare dragon beast attack, and you didn't even go to the walls. What's up?"
Saying so, Inanna picked up Number Four, and immediately noticed that it was vibrating at an extremely small frequency in her embrace, enough to make her palms tingle.
"What's going on?" She brought Number Four to her eyes, examining it carefully, "Are you… sick?"
