On the leeward side of an icy slope, dozens of miles from where the Divine War had erupted, an adventuring party of five humans struggled onward.
They wore thick fur coats and armor, carrying packs and weapons, their faces bearing the weary, weathered look of those who had long adventured in the wilds.
Their leader, a middle-aged man with a scarred face and a broken eyebrow, wielded a two-handed greatsword. He suddenly stopped, his expression one of absolute horror as he stared toward the Icy Fissure Canyon.
"G-Gods! What is that?!"
A young adventurer in the party pointed into the distance, his voice cracking with fear.
In the direction of the canyon, an unseen force parted the wind and snow, while a furious energy ripped a gaping hole in the heavy, leaden clouds above.
A colossal golden figure, three-headed and six-armed, wreathed in terrifying Purple Gold Thunderbolt, was locked in a fierce battle with a pure-white giant wolf the size of a mountain.
