Gwendolyn stood at the highest point of the city walls, icy-blue divine radiance flowing across her palm.

Behind her stood Frosthall’s 137 disciples.

A fierce fire burned in every pair of eyes.

Their bloodlines had only recently awakened, and their cultivation had yet to fully stabilize.

Even so, not one of them stepped back.

Gideon stood in the doorway of the Council Hall, staring at the five Upper Realm celestial warriors in the distance.

A cold gleam flashed across his eyes.