Those dim blue points at the far end of the horizon were slowly moving.
Like some colossal creature beneath a tide of darkness, they did not appear to be separate individuals from afar.
The pressure they brought was all the more suffocating because of it!
As the sound of ice cracking intensified, the light at the edge of the Dawn Canopy finally faintly outlined clearer shapes.
Pale figures silently "grew" out from the shattered Ice Abyss and behind the frozen snowdrifts.
Their forms twisted and swayed in the darkness, like pale roots reaching out from the frozen earth.
They were bodies covered in ghastly white skin.
The darkness in the distance shimmered with a chilling glow beneath the illumination of those dim blue eyes.
They wore ancient scale armor covered in frost.
Its design was crude and savage.
Like spoils left behind from the Ice Age, it radiated a thousand years of undispersed chill and deathly intent.
These Corpse Wights gathered soundlessly, needing neither horns nor command banners.
Human methods of assembly were simply inefficient in their eyes!
Every Other completed its transformation from rigid to agile in but an instant.
As if their dormant instincts for slaughter had been activated at once.
They resembled drifting ghosts, yet carried the crushing pressure of mountains.
Wherever they passed, the darkness grew thicker, and the cold silently intensified.
Even the light at the edge of the Dawn Canopy was eroded by that pure, deathly chill.
Light and darkness clashed in stark contrast.
It was an incomparably shocking sight—so distinctly divided, yet so stirring to the soul!
The faint traces of life lingering on the ice plains were completely Devoured!
What remained was an even deeper cold and deathly silence.
Though they had yet to formally enter attack range, this boundless sea of