The Frozen Soil Plateau.
Kerrigan's expression was grave. Countless shards of ice swept toward her, carrying the stench of blood, while her silver skirt fluttered in the freezing wind.
She swept her hand forward, sending a lash of golden divine power into hundreds of Abyssal Hounds ahead. Blood mist exploded, and severed limbs tumbled into the scorched frozen soil below.
"Watch the left flank! It's about to collapse!"
Kerrigan glanced sideways. A towering white giant roared at the sky, wielding a black hammer as tall as himself as he fought fiercely against an equally enormous figure of flame.
This white giant was Torem, the seventh-level ruler of the Tundra World and the king of all Frost Giants.
He took a step, shattering the frozen soil beneath his feet, then swept out with the Thunder Hammer. A terrifying shock wave tore across the battlefield. The gale hurled the demon generals in the front ranks backward, smashing countless demons behind them.
Torem never held back. His fighting style was just like him: simple, brutal, and without a single flourish.
The bloodline of the Titan Giants granted him strength far beyond ordinary creatures. Bolstered by the world origin, even a casual swing of his hammer made the entire world tremble.
But something was wrong today. His old foe, the Flame Prison Overlord Casares, was attacking more fiercely than usual, unleashing Flame Rainstorm at ever shorter intervals and ever higher temperatures.
"Just keep your eyes on your opponent," Kerrigan said evenly.
Torem glanced back at her, grinned to reveal a mouthful of enormous teeth, and casually crushed an incoming fire spear.
Kerrigan hovered at the highest point of the fortress, golden light flowing through her eyes as her perception spread across the entire battlefield.
The battle was going badly. Beyond the northern tundra, a