The song of the Trolls (???)

The blizzard in the north continued to rage.

The Frost Trolls, who had always been renowned for their brutality and cruelty, were now letting out desperate cries as they faced death. Merciless flames blazed across the ice fields...

On this eternally frozen tundra in Freljord, where icy winds howled and snow swirled through the air, something astonishing was taking place in a land that had always known nothing but bitter cold:

Throughout this mountain hollow, patches and clumps of terrifying, dark-red flames burned without going out. They needed no fuel to keep burning, and their strange magic was turning the hollow into something like a volcanic hellscape.

The thick snow that had once covered the ground had long since been burned, melted, and evaporated. The land, frozen for countless eons, had been scorched black and soft, and now seemed to be glowing red as it began to melt?

Everywhere one looked, there was nothing left but the snow atop distant mountains, the endless frost and snowflakes still howling down from the sky, the boundless dark-red flames, the various broken, charred corpses of the once-arrogant Frost Trolls, and the little ice-crystal castle glowing red in the firelight...

"Ha! Hah!"

Just then,

The last Frost Troll warrior had thrown away his weapon and was sprinting away, panting hard. He had made it only a few steps before the hideous, cruel Flame Giant Bear caught up from behind and snatched him by the waist with one claw, lifting him high into the air.

"!!"

"Awooooo..."

As the last Frost Troll fleeing the battle was about to have the part above his neck torn away by the enormous Flame Giant Bear—with dark-red flames burning all over its body and flames blazing inside its wide-open jaws—the troll let out a tremendous, distant, and agonized scream,