Chapter 6419

Along the outer defensive line, every post had a clearly assigned duty.

Security was tight, vigilance never faltered, and not the smallest gap was left exposed.

Alaric stood tall and straight, as steady as a pine tree.

A frost blade rested in his hand, and his hawk-sharp eyes remained fixed on the celestial main camp in the distance.

The slightest fluctuation of spiritual power or the smallest movement of a lone figure could not escape his notice.

Elara moved lightly through the shadows of the icy rocks.

Fine strands of frost gathered at her fingertips as she silently laid down layer upon layer of warning wards.