Northern Amberridge State...
Two groups were still locked in fierce combat.
On one side stood a band of ugly, heavily built men. On the other was a group of beautiful women with silver hair and snow-white skin.
The contrast couldn't have been sharper.
The women were Rimekin from the world of Frostfall. The ugly brutes were the opponents they had been assigned to hold back—the Gorvaks.
There were thirteen Gorvaks and only eight Rimekin.
From the start, it had been an unfair fight.
Fortunately, every Rimekin possessed ice-type abilities, while the Gorvaks specialized in strength-type abilities. Ice was an effective counter to brute strength, and the women's powerful control abilities were the only reason they had held out this long.
Even so, several of the Rimekin were covered in blood and clearly badly wounded.
"Patriarch, is this really worth it?" asked a Rimekin woman who appeared to be in her thirties.
The elegant woman leading them glanced toward the northeast.
