The Snowstorm Ceases

The ash-gray giant eagle spread its wings and swept across the sky, its enormous feathers glimmering faintly beneath the sunlight. The colossal bird of prey seemed to bathe in tiny flickers of flame as it darted beneath the clouds, its sharp eyes reflecting the vast land below that had already turned to scorched earth, the Crystal Cluster army wandering at the edge of that land, and the Iron Rangers steadily pushing the front line forward.

After one slanting pass, the giant eagle turned and dove rapidly toward the ground, aiming for the spearhead of the Iron Rangers.

Sonia Frostleaf leaped lightly from the eagle's back and, amid the giant eagle's loud cooing, walked toward Gawain nearby.

"Thank you for answering the call," Gawain said with a smile as he approached Sonia. "We truly need more hands here."

"I saw it from the sky. What a dreadful battlefield—it reminded me of Gondor seven hundred years ago. The land had likewise become scorched earth, with monsters roaming everywhere." The High-level Messenger did not hide the emotion and amazement on her face. "But what surprises me even more is your army... Honestly, it is very different from what I imagined."

"Even I was somewhat surprised when I saw these War Machines operating at full capacity," Gawain said calmly, glancing into the distance. "This will not become Gondor. New shoots will grow from the burned land, and the plague created by The End of All Things will be cleansed sooner or later. Ansu will gain another wound, but wounds will always heal."

"Her Majesty Bercetia has been watching this disaster, but unfortunately, the empire in the Far South of the continent cannot offer much help. She could only order me and every messenger and ranger under my command to come assist. Aside from Archmage