High up on the snow-laden ridge, hidden beneath the dense, ice-dusted canopy of the ancient pine trees, Lexel leaned casually against a massive trunk. Down in the frozen ravine below, a brutal skirmish was underway.
Spells illuminated the white storm in blinding flashes of crimson and aether as a handful of desperate participants tore into each other over a second glowing Black Swan seal. Swords clashed, shields shattered, and blood painted the snow in stark, violent lines. It was a vicious, no-holds-barred free-for-all—a desperate scramble for survival.
Lexel watched the chaotic brawl with a slight, amused smirk, his bare shoulders unmoving despite the biting wind.
Crunch. Scrape.
