After the probing and the first round of fighting, both the allied forces on the offensive and the Frostguard Tribe on the defensive had realized with absolute clarity that the battle had entered its next phase.
Lissandra could no longer sit back and watch from a safe distance, and Lux's role would no longer be limited to commanding the battle.
The next stage would be a bloody clash at close quarters, and its outcome would directly determine the war's ultimate course.
Both the attackers and the defenders had their own secrets, and each believed they held the key that would unlock the gates of victory.
Lissandra had seen through the allied forces' plan to advance step by step, and had found ways to limit them. Though their previous clash had left her wary, the repeated shifts in both sides' lines must have given her the chance to find the perfect moment to strike.
In Lux's eyes, Lissandra's appearance and her decision to take the field were the key to everything.
With different plans in mind, both leaders issued their orders for the next stage of the battle. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield grew tense and bloody.
The first thing to blanket the battlefield was a snowstorm of astonishing scale.
With Lissandra's arrival, vast swathes of ice and snow rapidly took shape around her. But there was a world of difference between this and the impostor at Freljord: the impostor had needed to exert herself to maintain a storm over such a wide area, whereas around Lissandra it seemed little more than an ordinary "passive skill."
That hadn't been so obvious during their last battle.
But this time, when Lissandra deliberately approached the Ice Wall, nearly everyone on the battlefield felt the temperature plunge and the snowstorm intensify.