The birds hid in their nests, frozen into ice sculptures, silent. The deer, which once joyfully ran through the forest, had turned into a cluster of frozen stone by the stream.
The whole world seemed to have come to a halt, lifeless. Only the wind, carrying snow, remained active.
Every Golden Dragon huddled in their nests, dejected and unmoving.
The key was completely silent, with not a soul speaking.
...
"Temporary shelter," surrounded by countless Golden Dragons, even in the sky, Golden Dragons continued to circle. This was unprecedented, tight vigilance. However, it seemed already too late.
...
Sarina had rushed off to notify the White Bone Holy Light Court. The surviving dwarves had been brought back to their rooms for treatment. Even the remains of all the Silver Moon Knights that could be found had been recovered.
