Northern Glaciers
"Captain, the target is there!" A kobold rider with a booming voice pointed his spear toward the collapsing ice giant's dwelling, from which a five-and-a-half-meter frost titan emerged.
Zrinklatch narrowed his eyes, raised his spear, and roared: "Charge with me, for the Dragon Lord!" With a light kick to the belly of his saber-toothed tiger mount—equal to him in strength—he urged the beast forward.
Seeing nearly a hundred kobold riders storming toward him, the young frost titan bellowed in rage. He conjured an ice spear in his palm and hurled it at Zrinklatch. The spear, tearing through the snow, forced Zrinklatch to twist his charge with a sudden maneuver. For even though the frost titan who had thrown the spear was of the same aura level, his raw strength was far more absurd.
