The opposing tribe was their complete opposite. They wore armor of ice so dense that it was nearly black, their skin pale as snow and their breath visible in freezing clouds.
They too were powerful, their warriors perfectly matched with the fire tribe.
The battle was fierce. Fire met ice in explosive clashes, creating bursts of steam and energy. Warriors fell on both sides, their bodies either frozen solid or reduced to ash. The ground between the two forces was scorched and cracked on one side, frozen and shattered on the other.
"They're human," Seraphine whispered, shocked beyond belief. "I didn't expect to see humans in Arenath. I thought only monsters survived here."
"Humanity adapts," Julian said. "In harsh enough environments, humans can become as dangerous as any monster. Perhaps more so, because they retain intelligence while gaining power."
