Shard of the Frost Heart

The little frost dragon roared angrily, glanced at the frost dragon trapped by the ice wall, and turned to fly directly towards the outside of the snowy mountain.

Alex had been standing at the window, her gaze fixed in the direction of the snowy mountain. She sent out a few specters to secretly check the situation, waiting for the final outcome of this great battle. 

Maybe she could even pick up some leftovers on the snowy mountain—there had to be some corpses after such a fight, right? 

Alex didn't dare hope for more; she was just there to collect the bodies. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?

The golden light on the snowy mountain lit up again, and this time, even from a distance, Alex could clearly see a golden holy sword forming in the sky and plunging straight into the snowy mountain. 

A huge golden ripple spread out from within the snowy mountain, and Alex could even feel a slight tremor coming from the ground.