Through the magic gate, Lord Elran, leading the Golden Caravan, entered the ancient hall - a space for the transition between portals connecting the kingdoms of Tyrel and Sodora. Once a decade, the Colleges of Mages of both kingdoms create an Interportal Corridor to transfer the storage of the Golden Caravan. But this time, something went wrong...
- Who made an error in the spell?!
The caravan has come to a stop.
Heartbeats quicken, in the realization fellowship
Of an impending catastrophe!
Why did the torches go out?!
Faces burned by the fierce snowstorm's might.
People and horses fell, no signs of life,
Chaos and carnage, a scene of fright!
The breath of absolute zero
Will stop the beating of life's heart.
Existence, frozen in a deadly glow
Like amber, forever torn apart.
- Your blades will not save you here,
My flesh, it isn't made of mortal stuff!
Your defense, it's clumsy and unclear,
Pitifully useless, not quite enough!
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