Two days later.
Lancelot and his companions carefully hid atop a small mountain, overlooking the fierce battlefield below. The Gate of Stroddet was about two miles away from the mountain peak they were on. Although it was evening, the wind and snow had nearly ceased, allowing everyone to clearly see the situation on the plains.
The portal that connected to the Land of Warriors was different from any they had seen before. It wasn't a traditional 'door' but rather seemed like an area where two planes overlapped in some way. Within a radius of about a thousand feet, figures of Frost Giants would appear and disappear erratically, the unstable magic effect flinging them from one plane to another.
But make no mistake, those Frost Giants certainly didn't come here by accident. They appeared in groups of three to five with defensive formations, carrying large shields to fend off stone projectile attacks, and immediately rushed out of the portal area.