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Chapter 12 - Ambush at the Frozen Pass

As Leo's forces traversed the treacherous Mistvale Pass, a sudden magical blizzard enveloped the canyon, blinding the scouts and separating the vanguard. Out of the swirling white mist stepped General Corvus—a trusted officer who had secretly taken Boris's gold.

Corvus turned his blade against the loyalists, poisoning the water supplies and signaling the enemy. Hundreds of Frost-Riders mounted on giant arctic wolves poured down the ice slopes.

"You are brave, little prince!" Corvus sneered, drawing his sword. "But Malakor was a fool who relied on stealth. Duke Boris relies on absolute force!"

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Silas fought valiantly alongside Leo, stepping in front of a poisoned crossbow bolt meant for the prince. As Silas collapsed onto the ice, Leo’s grief transformed into raw, unchecked fury. Arcane electricity surged from his collarbone, turning the falling snow into crackling embers of light.

Leo struck down dozens of attackers in a whirl of golden lightning, but the freezing ambient magic and sheer numbers wore him down. A heavy anti-magic chain—forged from dark icy iron—whipped through the air, wrapping tightly around his arms and suppressing his inner power. Exhausted and heartbroken, Leo collapsed onto the frozen earth as Boris stepped forward to claim his prize.

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