As the intense battle raged on in Glacierfell, a pivotal moment unfolded. The Ice Guards, their spirits buoyed by the surge of power from Ice Land, began to reclaim their ground. The once bleak and hopeless streets and walls of the city were now alight with a burgeoning sense of hope.
In the thick of the fray, an Ice Guard, his face glistening with a mixture of sweat and frost, shouted with renewed vigor, "Look! Our powers are holding them back!" He swung his sword with added force, striking a Draconian Zombie that stumbled back, its movements sluggish under the heavy coat of ice forming on its scales.
Another guard, her breath visible in the chilly air, chimed in, her eyes brightening with determination. "Keep pressing! They can't withstand the cold!" She thrust her spear forward, piercing through the thick ice encasing a Naga Zombie.