"——Boom!"
The deafening sound of explosions continually echoed over the Frost Dragon Territory, swallowing all the laughter within the manor.
The nobles had to lean closer to speak, whispers only audible near the ear, blending laughter, clinking glasses, and music into a singular cacophony.
The harp played by the musicians faltered intermittently, while servants traversed with trays, the crisp collision of silver cups resonating amidst the firelight.
One firework after another blossomed in the sky, illuminating each upward-looking face.
......
As the third round of fireworks ascended, the north gate of the Frost Dragon Territory quietly opened.
Snow and wind seeped through the crack, carrying an icy chill like death.
In the shadows, over a hundred warriors of the Barbarian Race emerged slowly.
Cloaked in wolf skins, their bodies adorned with metal shards and bone ornaments, iron axes glinting in the snowlight.
