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Chapter 15 - The Ambush in the Gorge

Before the dust and snow could settle, the freezing air turned a shimmering, iridescent blue.

From the sheer ice walls of the gorge, massive shapes materialized out of the blinding blizzard. They were Frost-Wyrms—serpentine beasts thirty feet long, covered in jagged plates of blue ice instead of scales, with eyes that burned like pale winter stars. Riding atop the lead beast was a towering warrior clad in frost-forged armor, wielding a massive two-handed glaive carved from glacier stone.

“Eldorian intruders!” the frost-warrior bellowed, his voice echoing like thunder off the stone walls. “You trespass upon the ancestral domain of the Frost-Reach! Yield or freeze!”

“We yield to no one on our own soil!” King Alden shouted back, spurting his horse forward and drawing his glowing saber.

The battle erupted instantly.

The Frost-Wyrms unleashed torrents of blinding blizzard-fire and freezing mist, attempting to encase the Eldorian vanguard in solid ice. General Vesper roared, ordering her battle-mages to raise defensive fire-barriers that hissed and steamed as they collided with the freezing elemental blasts.

Captain Rowan led a charge of heavy infantry, swinging enchanted hammers against the thick ice-scales of the lesser wyrms, shattering them into sparkling blue fragments.

Yet the enemy commander—the Frost-Lord—was relentless. He drove his beast straight toward King Alden, swinging his massive glacier-glaive with earth-shattering force.

Alden parried the blow, but the sheer impact knocked him back against his saddle, his arms going numb from the unnatural frost radiating off the enemy weapon.

“Father!” Lucas screamed, watching from the center lines.

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The boy surged forward, ignoring the chaotic battle around him. The sword-shaped scar on his shoulder flared with blinding golden brilliance.

Before the Frost-Lord could strike a second, fatal blow against the king, Lucas leaped into the air. Mid-leap, a wave of pure, liquid golden fire erupted from his hands, forming a brilliant shield that intercepted the glacier-glaive with a deafening crash of elemental forces.

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