Thud!
Seventy thousand feet stepped forward at once! The earth let out a dull groan!
The formation of steel and flame began to advance, slowly yet unstoppably!
With every step they took forward, the army of two hundred thousand slaves involuntarily shrank back a step.
Fear spread wildly through their ranks.
"Hold steady! All of you, hold steady!"
On the lavish platform, Grazdan, a Wise Master of Yunkai, was sweating profusely with panic. He waved his curved sword and roared himself hoarse.
"There are so few of them! Charge! Bury them in bodies!"
"Overseers! Where are the overseers?! Get in there! Execute anyone who retreats on the spot!"
The orders were passed down.
The whip-wielding overseers began frantically lashing the retreating slave soldiers, trying to drive them back onto the battlefield.
But just then.
Lynn slowly raised his hand.
Standing atop the dragon's head, he looked down over the chaotic battlefield below, over the slave masters still making their final desperate struggle.
How ridiculous.
He shook his head, then gently curled his fingers closed.
In an instant.
The whole world fell silent.
No.
Not silent.
The wind had stopped.
The sea breeze, salty, humid, and scorching just moments before, vanished without a trace.
The air grew stagnant, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Then.
A bone-piercing chill descended from the sky without warning!
"W-what's happening?"
On the lavish platform, a slave master instinctively pulled his expensive silk robe tighter around himself.
"S-so cold..."
Everyone felt it.
It was a cold that seemed capable of freezing the soul!
They looked up in astonishment.
Then they witnessed a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
A tiny, pure white snowflake drifted lazily down from the gray sky.
Then came a second, a third...
Thousands upon thousands!