The Realm of Ice Elves (30)

It was precisely what Luna had planned.

Her voice was calm. Absolute.

"Now."

The warriors did not hesitate.

They moved as one.

The cracked and bleeding form of the Frostbound Queen loomed over the battlefield, a titan of shattered ice and abyssal corruption. Her body shuddered violently, veins of twisting darkness pulsing beneath her crystalline exoskeleton. The wounds carved by blade, fire, and shadow had crippled her—but not broken her.

Her wings, fractured and barely holding together, twitched as she reared back, her razor-lined mandibles stretching open, the storm swirling around her like a living thing.

Then—she screamed.

A horrific, soul-piercing wail that split the air like a frozen lance, reverberating through the storm, through the ice, through the very bones of those who dared defy her reign.

It was not a cry of agony.

It was a command.

The battlefield trembled in response.