Midgard, Iron Forest.
The dark night spread everywhere like thick ink, as if a black tar-like flow surging over a devastated ice field, submerging the bones of dwarves, elves, humans, giants, and even deities.
Crack~~
A massive foot fell, shattering the remnants of several floating battleships, as dozens of malformed creatures moved with the slick, sticky sound of waves, passing through the deathly silent woods and arriving in front of a towering wall.
There, life was brimming with vitality.
Instinct told them this was a perfect delicacy.
However, just as a few creatures under the cover of night reached forward, prepared to seek out hidden prey, several frost-blue arcs shot out from behind the battlements.
The creatures' large heads and their twisted bodies exploded violently, turning into scattered ice shards falling to the ground.
The black tide surging across the ground also froze, forming various twisted, grotesque shapes.
