As far as the eye could see, the landscape was icebound for a thousand miles. From the boundary of the Lion Tribe, it was lush green one step, and cold winter the next. Grasslands, buildings, and lion herds were all encapsulated in crystal-clear ice.
Little Taotie wanted to rush into the ice boundary but was pulled by the War God, who held her tightly in his arms.
"Let me go, let me in!"
The clansmen were all icebound inside, and only she was outside. How could she be outside? She had to go in!
"The cold inside, you can't withstand it."
What do you mean she can't withstand it!
Little Taotie glared at him angrily, "Don't underestimate me!"
She was no longer the weak Little Beast of the past, merely held in his arms.
He thought she didn't know how many people at his birthday banquet ridiculed her uselessness, just a decorative plaything, unworthy of being the War God's steed.
